Cloud

I am the cloud of sky
Human being envy me could roaming the over the world by free and unrestrained
Watch the separation and reunion of each nationality and magnificent building
But has forgotten
I’m just imprisoned and looked like a prison in the free country
Follow the wind soars everywhere
It’s not taking the initiative that but I am PASSIVE
Sometime must be pretended to be joyful
Put on the pure coat to attached the sky
Sometime must be pretended to be the bad guy
Enable covers with darkness of the earth
Even though
Wind can control my actions but not my mind
Thought make me feel really existence also liberty


Anyway, the René Descartes said…..

I think so I am here.

Isn’t it?