The Clouds in the Sky

Written by, Derek Chow

I’ve looked at the clouds in the sky,

And contemplating as they all fly by,

I wonder for others how life flows,

And how of my life no one knows.

For of my actions at home and school,

They always follow the simple rule:

Alert at school and lax at home,

The reverse of how the others roam.

I finally realize my life’s lies

But Philosophy dictates otherwise,

Should I stay, or should I go…

After thinking I’ll finally know.

The chains of imprisonment keep me here.

But my mind is one that knows not fear.

All I need is the strength, the skill,

The soul of steel, and the iron will.

When I see the clouds glide gracefully,

It spurns the thoughts of jealousy,

For they feel no joy, no fear, no pain…

And care not for any loss or gain…

Without a care in the world, they glide on by…

Darkening objects in the crimson sky,

And when rain starts to fall from the clouds,

I will no longer serve the general crowds

I’ve made up my mind, it’s finally done.

I’ve decided that it’s time to run,

For I’ll have no more of life’s folly

No more joy. It’s melancholy.

The things that keep me in this place,

The amusing grades and social race,

The promise of waking to a bright new day,

The quiet place where my dreams lay,

The conscience of my broken heart,

Has finally been torn apart.

The love I’m leaving forevermore,

It doesn’t matter anymore.

When it’s time to leave, I take a chance.

I give the clouds above a chance.

The sight I see gives resentment.

The revelation of Enlightenment.

I see a cloud stand in the sky,

Dwarfed by its brothers, miles high,

Slowly the small cloud grows in height,

When dust and water sets it right,

Now standing with its brothers equal,

Like an epic end to a story’s sequel.

Turning back I realize,

The noble truths that were once life’s lies,

The life I’m leaving far behind,

Was only imagined in my mind,

The friends that I had known so long,

Won’t really be forever gone,

For that cloud came not to mope,

It brought no pain, but it brought hope.

The clouds have changed from where I sit,

The sunlight infuses, makes them lit,

Revealing things that make the cloud,

While the face of life is beaming proud,

For the decision that I’ve finally made,

That brought my life back from the fade,

The meaning of life, its pride and glory,

It brings the moral of this story.

For when you look up into the sky,

And see the cotton whizzing by,

Give a thought about it growing,

Growing large, with its pride showing.

Someday that cloud might just be you,

Rising up to life’s top too.