The clouds float idly by in the sky,
And I float idly by on the ground.
Listening, absorbing every sound,
Questioning every authority, asking why?
There are so many layers to these clouds.
So the sun hides as if representing me.
Shrouded in insecurities it’s hard to be proud,
But when even the sun hides, it kinda sets me free.
© Akeem Rowe Kingsinister, 2016