Rolling in with an unforgiving form <br />All speech is lost in this crowd I'm alone <br />I have it all, yet I am desperate <br />For some form of mindset to relate to the rest <br /> <br />Somewhere in between Saskatewan and Greece <br />I've lost my very own sociable overcoat fleece <br />It's been awhile now and its grown old <br />The ones all around me are bored, and I'm cold <br /> <br />With half a chance I'd stab it away with this pen <br />and pierce it good for the sake of my dignity <br />To exress away this cloudy cumulus <br />and reclaim a voice for a solid personality <br /> <br />But it keeps rolling in with an unforgiving form <br />All speech is lost, in this crowd all alone<br /><br />Mason Maestro<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/cloud-2/
