Sometimes I wish I could be a cloud.
I would be able to fly over borders.
Everybody could see me but never catch me.
If it gets too cold, I would haunt humanity, but when its get warm, I disappear.
I would be a curse and a blessing at the same time.
Some would love me, others hate me.
But that doesn't matter.
Because I wouldn't care about the whining.
I would be free.
