It'll be nice

 People want to spread their wings and fly like a eagle ,high above ground

But no matter high you fly,you always come down for food is what I found

I want to be  a cloud floating weightless, above everything on God's green earth

Never knowing my orgin throughout my life ,or even knowledge of my birth

Soft  complexion, pure and white aimlessly on a path predestined by the breeze

Free to roam to any country over the mountains ,land and exlpore all the seas

Even with my fluffy appearance Im still able to blot out the sun and provide shade

Ill never be alone no matter how far I go or how long I strayed

Only downside to being a cloud  is when a problem arise , ill turn gray 

And I never show my personal struggles no matter how bad ,thats not my way

And ill never rain down my frustration in the form of water to ruin someone's day

Thats the worst thing to do to someone , selfish and its childs play...

I guess being a cloud isnt the best thing I could be to escape everyday life,

I wouldnt be able to enjoy the best things in life, like children and even a wife ...

Until the next time I think being something else that  would be nice,

Ill contiune this poem and ill probably next time  think twice