|Written for the Mag 238|
I've been hiding in a tree
on a branch which understands sadness
I like the rain the most when it
gently kisses the skin
so the roots can grow peacefully
it takes time and wrong decisions to find home
a place where your heart will glow
lately, the rain came pouring down
and all I want to do is run, run away
scream at the top of my lungs
as if another storm is coming
this time, coming from within
treading in flood I turn around and think
is this the life I'm supposed to be living?
All the different things we see...feel.