looking at the ground
I see in the sky nothing
is at static except me
who stand still, I decided
when I was a young not
to run or wait for a train
rather the train would
wait for me, those trains
have moved fast but
I remain behind, now
I wait for trains but they
do not come, where have
they gone and why?
Motion with out purpose?
lighter things move fast,
fast moving clouds are
soothing to eyes, heaver
things more or less static,
heaver and static clouds
give more rain than the
fast moving. i ponder
and become grim like
dark cloud.