misting whitechocolatewalrus i want to sit in a cloud and watch the world the world as it passes me by i feel of little consequence like a robot a person with thoughts not thoughts the same thoughts as everyone everyone else why am i here i am here and that is why i want to know nothing i want to watch the wind blows it picks me up and takes me away the stars in the sky sparkle for me for you for everyone and no one in particular rooms are waiting for you and me as we make our ways home the streets are empty and cold and cars rush by honking their horns wasting there gas expect nothing receive everything the waters and the wind and the sky misting in a strong breeze and i'm caught up in the commotion 041024 what's it to you? who go blather from