Chasing the storm, only leads me to a point of figuring out.
That the rain and thunder, is much better than droughts…
Yet, it’s pain and shock is something that I’d rather leave out.
Because I bleed out,
It isn’t what I need now.
But now I see now…
Now I see, wow –
That the rain is drenching my mind and soul.
That the pain is bending my mind in folds.
And the reigns of things, is like my mind on hold;
When my thoughts are running like streams of gold.
And my soul is wrought;
And my soul has been bought.
Yes my soul is caught, like nets on boats.
As if drenched in coats, now my soul feels cold.
And I spent my last money on things worth gold,
But are only worth pennies to others, have I been sold?
A truth worth lies.
I cannot even cry.
I feel duped in loops.
In truth, I’m souped –
In black, I’m attacked.
Why’s that?
I don’t know,
why, I lack…
Perception of wonders.
Perception of thunders.
Chasing the wind, I’ve become slim in the summer.
Acceptance of self, I feel loneliest under –
The trees of teas.
Herbs, of peace.
I need you to need me.
I need you to see me.
