Clouded Moon.

That foggy day in June
Sitting outside in the dark
Listening to my favorite tune
Thinking that every firework starts with a spark
Every Michelangelo started with a cartoon
Thinking how great I could be
Sitting alone under that clouded moon

Day in and day out
The grind grinds you down
Fills you full of doubt
And you wait for the breakdown

In a clear sky, you’re the cloud
Never fit into the crowd
The things you will come to do
Should make you proud
Every idea begins a breakthrough
A single raindrop could start a monsoon
All the things I dreamed of
Sitting alone under that clouded moon