Soft rain falling, on my face…Feeling tired and bored, with this place. I’m expecting too much, evidently. Life is too hard, to satisfy me…So I’m gone.
It’s been raining, seems like forever. But without much to say, couples talk about the weather. Instead of that ache, which they feel in their hearts, that comes from not knowing where to start…at all.
While driving at night, I see more clearly, through the looking glass. With no place to go. Just burning gas. Propelled by my fear, of waiting too long, sometimes I seem so sure, but then I don’t know…a thing.
Oh Creator, please bless my race. Your poor children, are lost in space. Darkness falls; don’t you hear our calls? It’s so cold, and we’re growing old.