Between highs and lows

In the nick of time,
With the spin of the clock,
Clouds change their colors,
Tries to match with the vastness of the sky,
As passive aggressive they stand,
Keeping up their secrets inside their own heads,
Patrols around the dark linen,
Holding up that's all inside,
Breathing every moment slowly,
May not keep up with the pace of the highness,
Though still looses its mind,
Sieges every other chance to return,
Never wanna show up again,
With the burst of emotional fatigue,
As the illusion encircles the ssolitude sail,
It says goodbye to all the harmless hellos,
Be friends with its own halo at the lows,
At the highs its blindfold tightens too much,
May the thunder never breake it down,
In between the highs and the lows of the sky.