Cascading Rain

I'm oblivious to the chatter cascading from unknown streams Soon enough themes evaporate like steam & are gone with the wind like hot air from tea pots Misguided missiles aimed harm those within earshot but I hear not nor care to listen to rumors of war I lean more toward better things choosing to be swayed by them instead of misinterpreting the misgivings & chirping of angry birds I'm in a place bordering on the absurd so forgive me if I'm flying too high for them to be heard I won't speak on things I see from the sky as offering a reply would imply that I care I only supply paper with ink & words of a meaningful nature without being shy about what I share No, I'm not talking to you or anyone else reading looking for drama This outpouring came from a well on the back of a llama in the dryest of deserts I'm not thirsty for nor do I seek the attention of those that present a mirage This is just a spill of the subconscious not an arid facade