Running through the butterfly-like fields
Catching clouds
So many possibilities and breathtakingly at the same time
Giving joy to a youthful life
It could rain
In the worse case thunder
The opposite of beautiful sounds
The sun washes it away
Possibility to see the clouds again
Every time again
Running back to the field
A field full of flowers and bees
Trying to get back that feeling to see
An impenetrable feeling
A butterfly coming through your stomach
Fixes the dark places inside you
Clears nevel
Suddenly a unexpected earthquake
The field is ruined
Clouds being afraid of the emptiness
Starts kissing their new partner
A birth that is reversed
Searches for new clouds or maybe this time trees
But there are no clouds or any trees to find
A soul that can\'t bind
Still searching or maybe stopped
A clock that stops ticking
What if there is nothing to find?
What\'s the point of running?
Hope or maybe quit searching
Your decision