Infatuation Above
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I still sit here pondering to myself, I do it time to time this state of mind. I look up to see the wonderous clouds. Here, I have the time to sit and unwind. Yet, staring above soothes my inner soul, A heavely place where I can be free. Why can't I be free, just as the clouds are? Clouds...silently hovering over me. But no, I'm here imprisoned, but tranquil. Sitting here without a care in this world, Regaining all my thoughts, a place for that. Lying here watching clouds begin to whirl. The solace and solitude that I feel, Comes from my infatuation above.
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