Cloud That Gets Lonely.

There's a cloud that follows me around,
It's not rainy, or gloomy, or gray,
It's a purple cloud that hangs around other clouds, because it likes friends,
It likes shapes and X's and O's,
It's a strange cloud, but it doesn't mind,
It still follows me, even when I can't see it, or recognize it,
It's a happy cloud, that's just a little behind,
And it's mine.