I feel the rain
Splashing upon my soul
Seeping in
Through the cracks and holes
And I'm drowning
Water fills my lungs
I can't stop frowning
It wasn't too late when I was young.
Back then a cloud could have a silver lining
I could sometimes see a reflective sun shining
Onto steps that wound down the stem of a rose
Back to the seed from where it grows,
Now is that the essence of truth?
Or just bullsh*t.
