the clouds were pretty
but ugly to the touch
they were scared that the city
would easily escape their clutch.
the ground was far
miles and miles away
a shooting star
was on their way.
independence was tricky
it was easier to live in dreams
the situation was sticky
more complicated than it seemed.
were they ready to fall?
or was it too scary?
why did they feel so small?
so weak and so weary?
