Off On a Cloud

Sitting in your silence can be so loud Not at all like floating off on a cloud Visions of an angry one caught in a snare The beating of the drum that fills the air And of those who are blind to beyond All of the things to which they have grown fond To look to that great mirror of life And feel all those disapointments and strife Examine the haunts and fears as much as wish While life will go on without you on the list All of the haunts and demons that abound There in the mirror they too can be found Always looking for some sort of peace Never to come offer that sweet release When all that we are and all that we see Far away from mankind and owned property That peace is there inside the looking glass Broken from being thrown down on the grass To blow the mind with a forceful blast Trying to hold on to all that has passed Still listening hard for what that little voice has to say But I accept that we don't always get our way So when sitting in your silence can be so loud I choose to go floating off on a cloud