Half a cloud to get back home
In a very disorganized realm
Half a cloud to ponder above
We who break through storms to return
The skies sweating to bring us back
So trustworthy they are
If our baggage gets lost after landing so be it
If the clothes on our back are all we have to face the world in so be it
We are not birds without feathers
We are but poorly clothed landers who've arrived in bad weather
our water and surface traps us and our senses give us limited freedom
Yet for that little we get, I send a million thankyou's
We add so much to these outer layers
Traveling through the layers of the atmosphere dressed in metal
Above the clouds whose shapes we ponder on for hours
I send a million moments of confusion from there my lost baggage I don't want back
For these brief and giddy moments of clarity feed as much as thrill my spirit
And life is such a challenge to balance few can actually claim this merit
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