Where To
When the clouds are high up in shape. My mind is high up in resolutional escape. When the sun is overhead, the soles of my feet overheat.
The more I walk, the more the ground I track blazes up and the clouds roll in a mob like they are running a marathon.
Where are they going to?
Why am I still walking? Should I join them?
Is time on their side ? Is it on my side?
Is it on your side?
Time ain't on anyone's side.Do that which you ought to do in this second, for in the next the cloud would have shifted and changed it's shape.
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