Alchemy of souls

Someone said this to me, "What's beyond this endless clouds?"



Forever staring above, at the endless grey sheet where no light shines through... makes me think about my future. Will my future be like clouds that is never-ending? Bleak and lifeless? With no hope of betterment?



If I had wings I could fly far beyond despair, I wish I was a bird... where I could soar higher and higher above, to witness the blue skies beyond the ceiling that covers my eyes, to find the hope I had when I was still a child.



I am eternal. The soul is mine to command. No matter how rough the problem gets, there's always light somewhere.



The rest of the clouds may be cloudy, but that little bit of blue draws me on.