i am a concept you can not begin to grasp
i am the spot on your ceiling
that your eyes somehow always drift to
i am the moment you realize it was a mistake
i am the sky when every cloud is in the right place
and every color seems to be calm
and every teenage girl’s heart beats faster
because she doesn’t want to miss the chance
to capture this
but clouds move and colors change
i am a free spirit
that you can not control