The rain chooses my path today.
Whether I stay or leave in its midst.
And this somber feeling,
I overheard,
was a lack of shining sun.
So I give into the weathers' grief
and sob a little story of my own.
Shining sun why have you left me?
I can’t help but ask in such a daunting time.
With puddles to wade,
why would you allow me to drown
in the power of my own thought?
I have no hypothesis,
no account, no answer
for being born so desolate
on such a strange earth.
I apart from pretty near everyone,
draw a blank and accept what is.
This is my fate.
