It started out just fine,
But it takes just one motherfucker,
Crossing just one line,
I roll my eyes,
And happen to look up at the sky.
Oh my!
Look what’s rolling in,
Out there on the horizon,
I wish,
For once,
To be the clouds,
Instead of the one they shroud.
Clouds,
You may as well stay,
Your presence,
Mirrors my mood today.
Are you laughing,
As you rain on my parade?
Do you find it funny,
To fill my day with gloom,
Making sure that in my life,
No flowers are able to bloom?
You are welcome,
To bring with you a storm,
Just kindly make it strong,
Strong enough for the winds and waters,
To wash gone,
All that’s wrong.
Clouds,
I see you’re forecast to stick around,
I hope that’s not also the prediction,
For my current vexation.
Clouds,
Instead of being a mirror,
It would be more satisfactory,
For you to be a wall,
That I could hide behind,
Until my way is clearer.
They say too much sun can burn you,
Maybe that’s the silver lining here,
Good things can have their own ill effects,
But when the sun’s shining so bright,
Bringing all that cheer,
It’s easy to get blinded,
Then once the downside hits,
Which rest assured it surely will,
Life will start to go downhill,
And there you are,
Life’s no more the Ritz.
Clouds,
You make me have a thicker skin,
You make me tough as nails,
So keep it coming assholes,
This bitch will prevail!
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