Clouds

He watches the clouds in the afternoon light with his back to the grass
Instead of following his friends he stays and finds pictures in the sky above his head
He does not think anyone else would want to watch the sky with him
read in a window seat
               Sip tea while thinking out loud
watch the sea breathing
 
I don't think there is anyone like me
Who would run through the woods and luagh when they fall
Who read just to escape from the real world
Who cry when they are mad but never when they are sad