When I was younger, I refused exiting a car unless the song was done,
I sat, eyes wide, under the sky
watching clouds,
watching stars,
letting them fill me with wonder, warm with light.
When I was younger, but older still,
I met a boy.

He told me keep walking,
never taking his eyes off the ground.
For to him the sky was just sky,
the clouds were just clouds.
And a song was only ever just that, a song.
After a while, I believed him.

Today, I sat in my car.
Bass booming, late for work, but I didn't care.
I wanted to watch the clouds,
I needed to finish the song.