As I think, I speak.
As I speak, I do.
The thought does not always become the deed.
For the mind clouds over.
The dark cloud on my horizon?
Inaction is now a habit and defines my character.
Under this cloud, I thrive.
My head in the clouds, my feet on the ground,
I have it all.
Not for me, your world, love and concern.
Don’t cast your shadow on me.
Why do you presume to disturb the air around me?
You are just a passing cloud.
Thank you, Rochelle, for hosting the Friday Fictioneers’ Challenge. Shalom!
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