"It's a cloud," they tell me, "that's all that it is"
The way a stone is a stone, and a brick is a brick.
"But, see? It's a flower, it's a rose without thorns"
"It's a duck with no bill, it's a dancing unicorn!"
Stratus and Cirrus? They cannot define
These beautiful creatures that dance in the sky
You hide behind reality, what you know to exist
Living through life but only catching a glimpse
Of what life has to offer
Just look at the clouds!
Stories untold that beg to be screamed aloud.
Refusing to tell them is what makes a brick a brick
But sometimes that isn't all that there is!
Look in the sky
Listen to it's tales
For reality is boring
But dreams prevail.