I asked the vapours for some advice,
the cloud looked at me and said,
‘when you get this high, everything looks different.’
I said,
'thanks, but I don’t like to smoke.'
'Really?'
I said, 'some people, when they land, after a long journey --
all they see is fog'
but he ignored me again, and
dissolved into the stratosphere.
when I landed on the ground, I booked a train to somewhere hot;
I was tired of clouds - I wanted to see the sky.
(ed note. anthropomorphizing a cloud - oldest trick in the book)
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