Where'd you come from, you faded sign?

Some days I wish I lived in a big city where no one would know if I disappeared. Had I suddenly stopped coming to shcool or didn't hand in my assignments or didn't show up for work. No one would care and I could just end anything like that. Just like that I could have vanished.

Some days I'm terrified at the thought that I might one day disappear, and no one will notice or miss me. That no one will ask where I went or what happened to me. No one who'd try to call my phone a couple of twenty times. Or report me missing. That I could simply leave, and not a single person would know.

I'm just a cloud floating on the vast sky. My shape changes, a bit every second, a little every minute, a great deal every day. I'm strong sometimes, I'm nothing other times, I disappear and appear and I change. I'm just a loneley cloud that sometimes care and most times don't.