Writing
On
The
Clouds,
Hoping
To
Make
A
Mark,
And
Every
Day,
Overtaken
By
The
Dark.
‘Futility,’
I cry,
As
A
Thousand
Clouds
Pass
Me
By.
My
Task
Is
Large,
My
Skill
Is
Not,
I use
What
I’ve
Got
To
Chase
Away
My
Clouds
Of
Grey.
I chart
The
Puffs
Of
White
Until
Night,
For
When
The
Sky
Is
Sunny
Blue,
I have
Nothing
To
Do.