The skies are blue.
My sight is glue.
The earth spins, tomorrows a redo.
Relaxing by the lake, oh what a view.
Worries, just a few.
Smoke a blunt or two.
Join me, if you want too.
If not it's okay, I enjoy solitude.
Soon I'll be flying like a bird in great altitude.
Like my spirit, full of gratitude, in plentitude.
Happy as can be, no attitude.
Peace and quiet, away from all the multitude.
This is where I want to be forever and ever, Yes it's true.
A lonesome cloud, in the skies of blue
©justamind
J