Oh, How I Wish

Sometimes, I like to think that the rain falls for me. I like to imagine that my emotions stir up the skies. There comes a time when I thought “My whistles command the wind, My gaze makes the surroundings silent.” I was superficial. I wish that was the case, that things come at my will That maybe, somehow, I am someone special And that I deserve a praise or two, That is not hidden in faces So rough and thick. Things come and go, A goodbye is only one that can be thought of. What else can I send with you, When you leave with what might be all that I have? My time came fleeting, Even before my eyes could see it go. I see, I am just someone. When things do happen, where do I go? When the mind quivers and hides, is there no choice at all? Oh! How I wish the rain falls for me!