I find myself starting at the rain
Falling into the pond reuniting
Until the sun will come out and
Takes them apart again.
But for the one moment
When they bond and bond again
I can’t help but feel completion.
But soon I will feel their depletion.
And the rain will start to change e
When the sky turns from gray.
I find myself crying for
Reasons out of my control.
I stare into the abyss but
It will never close. It
Just continues to grow
And it gets deeper until
The hole becomes whole.
Maybe the abyss will fill with the rain
But the world won’t be the same
But the time this occurs.
Maybe it’s the tears that will fill the void.
The difference between tears and rain is a subtle one
But it’s a difference we can’t avoid.
I find myself watching nothing
But it’s the most I’ve ever seen.
Surrealilty, not reality, is what we strive for.
But we always want more when there’s
Nothing left to need.
But even when I find myself doing these things,
I’ve never found myself, at all.
