On Us All
Humid. The dust of water brushing every surface
Through the strong breeze,
The changing clouds speaking relief as they
Shift through tranquilities.
The shadow of night in the day over us
In the rain pass,
The truth of how it rains on us all erases class.
I think of my dreams to be Rich
Some how saving me.
I feel the soothing of that comfort and power
Fantasizing constantly.
But it rains on us all, every people,
Just the same.
Regardless of power, position, popularity, age,
gender and fame.
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