Under cloudy skies I search the heavens For a sign of something greater Out there beyond myself But above me are only clouds Raining down incessantly Until I have to look away Towards my feet covered in mud Being washed by the makeshift stream Carrying the last debris from fall That lingered long this year Hanging on until the winds changed Stripping the trees bare for winter That would soon be wrapping them in frost Maybe that is the message there is no message We’re the debris floating aimlessly At the whims of a world changing endlessly
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