Saturday, June 24, 2023

A cloudy imitation

Today the clouds are trying to build 
A lighthouse of their own, 
Letting their whitened moisture rise 
And piling, fluff on fluff, in imitation, 
As if to say, “We, too, wish to be a beacon,” 
Though, in truth, their tower’s an illusion; 
Their only outcome, the rain and storm 
That inevitably arise 
When we take on too much or try too hard 
To be other than ourselves

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