like you,
the sky
isn't sure what
to do
with itself.
which
cloud to open
which one
to close.
how much sun
to shine
down, or
to keep it
all hidden
behind
a grey shroud.
turn left,
turn right, keep
going
straight.
maybe you'll know
when you
get there.
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