The cloud

Just a poem I wrote for fun. It's not awesome, but it's just a snippet of life.

The cloud sits glued to the chair
As the lines stop appearing before her
But continue before the people
Their eyes have disappeared,
Showing instead their bowed heads

The progress of the people
Speeds far ahead the progress of the cloud
Because the cloud gave up on progress
Vying instead for the pleasure
Of observing the crashes and burns
And successes and victories of the people

The people
The people she watches so intently
The people who allow her to float
To flutter away from the prison of her mind
And fly once again

Then the cloud stiffens
Back into stone
And resumes her search for the missing lines