He was young once
the leader in a strong cloud.
but as all clouds must,
their rain falls
he fell to the earth,
sad to leave his cloud
landing on the harsh-edged reality
of the world below
his own droplet now,
he flowed with the rest
trying to conform to a society
he did not know
stuck in a river
flowing to a destination unknown
where he did not want to go.
he cried, he resisted
found in the lake,
the dreamer tried to tell his tales
to the small minds of reality.
they did not understand
the frustrations
of the truths of reality
have been shown to the droplet.
he now misses his cloud
the droplet dreamer
dreamt of his loving life,
freedom of mind
in his cloud nine
and he dreams of a day,
when the edges of the reality
fade away, to see
the possibilities of his worlds
but in his reality
his happiness is in the cloud
where dreamers dream free
free of this reality
“Every reality needs a dreamer to tell them that this isn’t everything there is.”
Inspired by that quote. Written about a friend, for a friend. Hope you enjoyed!
~Yoyo
