I have always desre’d to be a cloud 

They are big and soft like a huge bunny

They are whimsical and aren’t trapped or loud

I am addicted to clouds like money

Clouds are the best they can do what they want

They can be big or small, scrawny or large

They are light and airy like a croissant

No limits, no care and are never there

Clouds have no worries, no pain and no plans

They are but floating blobs in the blue sky

A group of clouds are like primitive clans

They always coexist, it makes me sigh

But when they cry it tends to always rain

So this world ain’t bad with its domains