A Passing Cloud

What do I do with you,
I can hardly be with you

Is that you that they look up to?
Is that you who they talk about?
Or you dabbling in water in our memories

Memories don't listen to my humanly reason
And oppressive are these, wishing omnipotence and no learning

Looking for a ride that is royal
You are my memory in a single color to be as vivid as on the first day
Never old, never with a screech or a mark


Unquestionable
Unquestionable and wishing not to learn

So straight are you in your ways
And so incompatible to my wish for a daily bread

Your existence is a heavy job for my spirits
Giant leaps and asking for debts to live

Ending up to be nothing
Nothing, but a passing cloud
You are a hero, you cannot be discussed
You cannot be within me
I can hardly be with you

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