When I look at the sky,
I see the clouds moving.
I have no power to make them stop.
No power to pause time and think.
I can just look up and use the time I have.
Sadly the time I have is not enough for all the problems I think about.
I'm wishing for a slower moment,
A non-existing tomorrow.
All the thoughts I have cannot be expressed,
For I have no time to show them.
They then build up and overflow into a feeling of confusion.
So overwhelming that I can't see anything coming.
I'm scared, I'm lost, I'm waiting for a moment.
A moment in which I will once again be able to see the clouds moving.
And when I can breathe a sigh of relief.


