Laying here alone
I feel my discontent
My absence of faith
I hear the quiet
And feel the changes
Of unknown fate
Plastered in the sky
Are the clouds which
Represent emotion
And I watch each one
As it slowly drifts by
Enamored by the notion
And I wish they would rain on me
Saturating my mind
Soaking through my skin
So that I may soon describe
That I may soon relate
That I then evaporate
And become
That
Which precipitates
(I would enlighten you, if I could make this come true)
