My Rain

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.