Like passing clouds
Drifting endless in the sky
Your mood and phases never last
Words lifted and carried on the wind
Come storm, sun or cloudy day
You always seem to change your way
Your stance whipped away
In your desperate quest to be free
You can never be who you claim to be
With no place to make a stand
No true friend to hold your hand
Swaying with wind favours blow
Look deep within your soul
Darling - stop trying to fill that hole
With passing smiles and drifting words
Meaningless - whispered upon drunken lips
Intoxicated by changing seasons
With no core - easily shaken by a whimsical thing
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