Becoming An Invisible Statistic

enter the cold rain completely in the red i want to go green however i see yellow and become cautious the dynamic is minuscule the grand factor is microscopic the gargantuan is crunchy pebble beneath my feet if the blood from my soles sink in the dirt, will the life under the soil wilt exit to welcome mat with snow falling a blizzard teases freeze my brain like ice cream i want normality and good music to share anecdotes in my time machine however i wake up to modern life and again become another brain fart in reality