Clouds

My midnight existential crisis.

Clouds

Look up and tell me,

Is there hope for us?

Or are clouds all you see.

Can I live contently,

knowing there is somewhere better?

Look up and tell me. 

Is there somwhere that, if I were to flee, 

I would be safe? 

Or are clouds all you see. 

Tell me truthfully

Is there something up there? 

Look up and tell me. 

All I want is to just be,

Is a place for that waiting? 

Or are clouds all you see. 

Is there a place up there where I would be free

to be myself?

Look up and tell me,

Are clouds all you see?