A cloud
such a thing only lives in the imaginary
in
the
SKY

Where rain comes from,
and those metallic flying objects
that roams the sky
never
touches the ground

The ground soak with rain droplets
mix with pollution
I felt under my feet

makes my skin tingles
no angry
no berserk

The skin wanted to rip itself
inside out
into tiny pieces
like rain droplets
the imaginary
the cloud

At least it has a chance to rise
but my soul
was cemented on the ground
polluted

So cry
I cried a tear
I cried a dream
A real Cloud