Clouds - Add free living

 

I walk through clouds, unsure but free,
Yet always find the path for me.
The noise of ads and hollow cries,
Can’t pull me from my art or skies.

They say I’ll never reach their view,
Without their tricks, their paid-for crew.
But still I paint, I dream, I sing,
Unafraid of what they bring.

For focus guides me, strong and clear,
I won’t let doubt or cost draw near.
My art will speak, my heart will shine,
Without their schemes—this path is mine.