Clouds

Little
un-carelessly little
something has an hold on you
and even those closest ignorant to your core

supposed it go
and when it does, where may you ask it go?
but the rope still holds
the slippery slopes

Cold
the feel, unknown
while the body seeks shelter
mind has driven to a faraway somewhere
somewhere so far it's nowhere

you cannot shelter
nothing can make better
you are lost to yourself
so you are lost to the World

Employ sleep
before those feeling creep
it is getting deep
sleep before you slip

go to sleep
you don't want to keep
back home is such a short trip
sleep wont cause u to trip