End of the Cloud
by Jerry Ratch
Somewhere between the bleating of sheep
And the laying of eggs
Comes the licking of frosting
And the eating of the cake
We're not young enough
To know everything anymore
And you may think there's no rush
But I know this
There's a limit to details
At the end of the cloud
End of the cloud
End of the cloud
Like an echo
"We're not young enough
To know everything anymore"
That's fantastic.
Nice one, Mr R.
I appreciate it, appreciate it, it.
Still resonating, like an earworm, but I like it. *
Reverberating. Reverberating.
I liked we're not young enough to know everything anymore as well.