Clouds like trucks

They could be busses too

Sitting in a sky among castles of buildings, asking for interpretation

But why am I asking this question when there are things of importance to think about

Maybe it’s because inside, the thoughts are like cloudy trucks, delivering more stress than I can currently sell to the outside

Or maybe because I’m just a passenger on this bus watching the outside drift by for a minute. Maybe that’s a good thing, to stop the trucks and reroute them elsewhere; for now.