cloud eight.

i was high up in the sky, sitting on top of a cloud.
i overlooked anything that could a bring me down.
the sun was near, but not too close.
the breeze was speaking to me in the sweetest voice.
as i opened my eyes, i happened to look down.
my spirit was interrupted by a fallen cloud.
my infatuation with falling began to cloud my mind
how could i find my happy place, but not my peace of mind?
how could my world be so easily shifted?
how could i be so high up, but not lifted?