I want to bathe in the rain & wash away the old me but there is no rain to be found jus sunlight that burns the cracks in my skin where remnants of the old me are exposed. I look to the sky searching for rain but there is none jus cold wind that makes my lips chatter slurring my speech. I look to the sky searching for dark clouds so that I my shadow may disappear for jus a while but no the trader still follows in 3 pieces. 1 piece behind me showing where I been, another beside reminding me I walk alone & 1 in front showing me i shall remain alone. Desperately I ask the sky why wont you bathe & cleanse me of my sorrows but she jus looks down upon me as if to say let sun burn away the past; it might hurt now but in time the old skin will flake away & a new man shall emerge.
