Head In the Clouds
My head is always in the clouds,
Away from life’s dreary sounds
My body feels so weightless
In the sky that I caress.
I’m often so forgetful
But it’s so easy when days are dull,
Perhaps I should care more
About walking through the future’s door.
But then my mind couldn’t ascend,
No longer having to bend
To the will of your decisions,
And your ineffective considerations.
I am unshackled from fate
With all this room; I no longer suffocate.
I will always stray from standard demeanor,
And I will always be who I am; a dreamer.
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