Just Like Me

An echo bounced around between the clouds
Sounded like a name whispered between thunder and lightning
Made me believe I was real for a moment
But then there was no one there to hear it
So did I really happen or did I just fade away
Rolling across an empty sky until sunset burned my song into gray
When the stars came out there was only silent space
Between galaxies that never heard of me
And black holes that swollowed my memories
And I could no longer believe that I was ever here
Just the figment of a clouds imagination
On a windy day when not even rain could wash away my stain
A smudge along the shoreline from a dead sea stroll
Where footprints dried into sand castles  
Perhaps built by hands that belonged to birds without wings
Trying to sing to the clouds that once gave them a reason to fly
But now I see that nothing remains
So my imagination lays down at last to sleep
For what reason could there be to hope when I am alone
Am I really here if no one is near
To hear my song  
Or read the etchings on fallen walls of sand castles that never existed
But for the imagination of clouds that look down on the ground
Where they see faces and horses and catles
And the clouds ponder their existence with each breeze that blows them away
Were they ever really there if no one laid on the beach
To imagine all of the things they could be?
How lonely they must be
To be just like me