Each Passing Cloud
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"Poetry is not what's in front of you, it's what's inside of you"
Inside of me, there is another me
Observing, as I act upon life's stage
My mind is where he hangs his open cage
To him that is the same as being free
I keep him in touch with reality
At times he claims to be some sort of sage
At other times he doesn't act his age
What's best, is that we never disagree
But he is really not like me at all
He's innocent with curiosity
Where he is quiet, I am always loud
To him the moon's a flying orange ball
He does not see the ugliness I see
He flies above it, on each passing cloud.
Copyright © Daniel Turner | Year Posted 2023
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