• All the clouds
    go floating by
    as I sit and watch the sky.
    Nimble, swift, quick free.
    All the clouds go past me.
    I do hope they do not gather
    and make an army of Grey matter.
    Which will cry thunderous roars.
    I hope they stay though.
    I do like watching the clouds go by
    and on some days I dream, that I too can fly
    then the clouds and I will surely sore above the pearly gates
    for us a cloud heaven will await.
    Atlas until i sprout wing and start to fly,or an Angle makes off with my soul,
    with those clouds I shall not go.
    I do not mind,for I enjoy sitting with big sunglasses
    on a lovely day and Watch the clouds that pass my way.