Cloud Over Your Head

There is a storm cloud over your head
follows you down the street
all the way to your feet
Everybody wished they had one
Except those who have one

Where did it come from
How did it get here
Who will take it away

Onlookers stare as wind blows through your hair
Waiting to hear
The thundering silence
They fear

Its a broken tree
and a crashed car
Why do they think there is something to see

You sing no ones song as you walk along
With a cloud over your head.

Roger Harkness
7/25/09

 
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