uneven quiver
Sometimes clouds are just clouds,
no shape no purpose,
just evaporated water floating around,
but I guess every cloud eventually has to rain.
And sometimes people are just people,
uncaring and condescending,
Just bags of bones walking around,
But I guess every person has their downs,
And sometimes a tree is just a tree,
there to sit beautifully,
Just a hunk of wood and a couple leaves,
But I guess they all eventually… get struck by lightning.
And sometimes I am what I am,
I’m selfish because I can,
Just atoms mushed together,
But I guess everything is.
turbid frost