Knocks my door, the sound of rain outside
together sings along, all my blues inside
a sad melancholy, in its thunderous recite
flood of thoughts, not willing to go aside.
Not a scale above or a level of grain below
filling those sockets, dancing in their shallow
once again brim full, letting that river flow
volume in abundance, there's always more tomorrow.
Scenes pass abreast, the leftover days before
always find deceived, there's no one outdoor
moments in escape and waits by the shore
worn-out and weary, whats to say more.
Snared between ends, a tough of war
road of maze unwinds, never sure how far
disguised in cold, pillars no more in fear
another fate descends, a price to pay forever.