The sky is elusive,
It escapes me,
It shows only cloudy shadows of, well, clouds.

We are stuck,
Let's move,
Let's be stuck elsewhere.

You are strange, your smile is weird,
As far as I know me,
You might be my fate.

At the corner of the street was a shop,
First it was a huge success, then a flop,
I don't know, why it went such a way,
But my life is such a shop, and I stay.

An elephant and a dolphin played together,
By a good weather or by a bad weather,
The elephant got bored, the dolphin got tired,
Their boss then came, and both were fired.

A book was written and rewritten,
Then maybe lost or maybe hidden,
Then reappeared once again,
Was read with joy and soothed pain,
The book about life and death,
The book about all this mess.

It could be worse,
It could be better,
Don't think of it,
It doesn't matter.