clouds

clouds

wishes turn to vanity

and minds mold into one

teardrops stain the pillow

till morning when you're done

dreams reshape the chaos

while running you go on

hoping for a better

counting blades amongst your lawn

pretty songs stir up emotions

as reflections tend to drown

crying to your conscience

calming ups to become down

though words become a pen

writing logic in the dark,

it's versatility of one's memory

that ends up as a mark