Post-Sunset

The Man will try to wonder at every
Passing cloud. Give it meaning
Give it life, make it something that it's not.
Deliver it to the world with hidden messages
Piping hot. And then they want to twist the
Cloud to fit their point of view,
Without ever asking the cloud
What it wants to do, or even checking to see
If it has breath. Maybe one day the cloud
Will just rebel and stretch and morph
And rain down upon the world.