Stranded In the Rain of Routine

tears roll down your cheeks like pyramids of deflation i never know how to fix it, so i choose to listen what i discover are emotions that are oftentimes stranded in the rain of routine we need to get the blood of our origin flowing again knowing this, i reintroduce myself as that shy guy you met and fell in love with years ago you, in return, let your hair down and put that same flower in your hair....on the left side you then reintroduce yourself and we begin to playfully flirt and reveal new things about ourselves it is somewhere in the heart of all the rediscovery that we begin to know each other again the rain of routine stops when the TV is turned off and our ears are retuned in order to naturally and genuinely listen our hearts begin to skip beats like jovial pebbles thrown from an inquisitive kid's hand we renew and revitalize the love so tainted by the acidic stain of dissipation laughter permeates the room in our minds like skyscrapers of inflation