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I was just a piece of cloud
who couldn’t be loud

who tried to stay in shape
but somehow found escape

who couldn’t be friends
with a lightning bolt

I tried to be normal
just did what I was told

days passed
years rolled

I thought the mirror was joking
until my grey hair
reminded me

I was getting old
I was getting old

then my heart
filled with gratitude
for the process
that formed me

I am still able to float
in the blue sky

people look at me
and paint what they see

I never really stayed in shape

I stayed raw
changing

an unfinished draft