My mind is like the clouds,
where random formations,
have a beautiful abstract meaning,
and sometimes spell out,
absolute perfection in bursts.
My mind is like the clouds,
spitting out random feelings,
with meanings unbound,
beautiful and deep,
seeking the truth,
among the universal,
set of the undefined.
My mind is like the clouds,
with an infinite resolution,
in a finite medium,
resulting from spontaneous,
recursive manifestation.
My mind is like the clouds,
that spreads beyond,
its own boundaries,
across the horizons,
of the the discovered.
