Above The Clouds

Autumn blew its leaves at me,
Threatening winder as I walked,
Summer always goes so quick,
Barely stopping like like my thoughts,
Which dip and spin and change so fast,
I have to wonder, will I last?
Through the window of a train,
I caught reflections of a paper cup,
Hanging small in a pale blue sky,
Never knowing which way's up.
Above the clouds, what's to be found?
I have to wonder, will I be around?
As my anger shouts - at my own self doubt.
So as sadness creeps - into my dreams,
When you're scared of living - but afraid to die,
I get scared of giving and I must find the faith to beat it.
It must be me that's rushing by,
Times just lingers on the wind,
Bristling through my open fears,
I wonder what it's going to bring.
Above the clouds, what's to be found?
I have to wonder, will I be around?
Run and hide, run and hide,
I catch the sail at evening's tide.