Nothing Days
On nothing days - long days of dreaming;
I'd sit and watch the passage of the clouds;
Reflect on the weight of my existence;
And ponder death with an open mind.
The clouds, they stimulate my senses;
They make me long that I could float;
To join their huge, momentous drift;
And satisfy a consuming urge.
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