Clouds

My head is in the clouds,
thinking far off lands,
I hear the birds cry,
My soul at pains,
to realise its path,
My minimalist words,
wishing not to lie.
the hazel colour
in yours eyes,
full of life
where nothing hides,
been here two hours
and time is running slow,
not wishing it away,
but I want it to go!
wrapped in my own downer,
I need a joy of life boost,
maybe its just being here,
or my being away blues,
whichever way it turns,
the river always meets the sea,
inevitably an ending until
evaporation sets me free.
high among the clouds,
with all my rain drop friends,
waiting for our call,
to be released in a downfall,
rain, hail or snow flake,
does it matter anymore?