Cloudy

Interesting skies overhead today, so I thought it'd be worthwhile taking a quick detour up to the moor to get a few hasty landscape shots. Didn't end up with anything especially breathtaking, but this seemed decent enough to go up as today's entry, accompanied by a little Simon & Garfunkel.

Cloudy
The sky is grey and white and cloudy,
Sometimes I think it's hanging down on me.
And it's a hitchhike a hundred miles.
I'm a ragamuffin child.
Pointed finger-painted smile.
I left my shadow waiting down the road for me a while.

Cloudy
My thoughts are scattered and they're cloudy,
They have no borders, no boundaries.
They echo and they swell
From Tolstoy to Tinkerbell.
Down from Berkeley to Carmel.
Got some pictures in my pocket and a lot of time to kill.

Hey sunshine
I haven't seen you in a long time.
Why don't you show your face and bend my mind?
These clouds stick to the sky
Like floating questions, why?
And they linger there to die.
They don't know where they are going, and, my friend, neither do I.