The clouds

Some say I’m beautiful
Others say I’m fat.
My hair is growing and my beauty vanishing
Which means time is passing by.
I have to learn how not listen to them
As they don’t know what are saying.
Or wouldn’t they agree
If they knew what they mean.
Others told me
“Beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder”
Well, maybe that’s that
And I just have to fix my eyes

Why do I need them
I don’t
But they make me forget to think
Is this all just a fake play
So I keep looking for them.
And once –don’t remember when or if ever- all seemed so simple.
And I guess it still does
I just have to fix my eyes
And my brain will see it
Nice and clear.