Somehow I wonder- what’s led me here?
At 6am I sit in the car,
Good intentions- meaningful words,
All worthless when seen from a distance,
Each drop of rain gathers collectively,
Becoming one… cold and unstable,
But unable to be stopped!
Raising my face to the sky,
I close my eyes and ask for God,
In some significant gesture,
But I’ve become just like the rain.
"Please... make me whole again."
At 6am I sit in the car,
Good intentions- meaningful words,
All worthless when seen from a distance,
Each drop of rain gathers collectively,
Becoming one… cold and unstable,
But unable to be stopped!
Raising my face to the sky,
I close my eyes and ask for God,
In some significant gesture,
But I’ve become just like the rain.
"Please... make me whole again."
i think i can relate very much to this one.
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