Nimbus or Cummulus?...

Grey day, misted morning
     in the distance, thunder...
are those storm clouds
     swirling and forming?

How the blue behind grey
     tries it best to light the day
but, then again,
     it is but a pale reflection
of the Sun we circle 'round,
     leaving us again
spinning ad ifinitum (i hope)
     with feet barely touching
but knuckles scraping the ground

Sadly funny, after all the centuries,
     how little we have found
to keep us truly happy;
     or when we find it we don't believe it
for how could we achieve it,
     flawed as we are?
Just the distractions
     slowing the reactions
so your emotions don't overload
     so, once again, not really learning
just burning longer fuses
     before you implode...   
            08-08-10