The clouds were like continents,
trying to learn their constants,
floating across the sky for compliments,
and receiving them all the same.
There was never war
over a single star
because they could stray so far
as to be too far away.
But they slowly found that the longer they were there
the longer they realized their lives weren’t fair
and even the clouds began to cry.
But before we could realize what was wrong
we had already spent far too long
wonder about our lives, wondering why.
Wondering why we are here, what is our meaning,
wondering about that Pisa that’s always leaning,
before we knew that it was all for naught,
all those astronauts
haven’t found what they’ve sought;
because in space there’s no air out there,
and the same goes for the atmosphere,
so as the continental clouds float past,
think about why they’re moving so fast.