It's Raining Outside

Last Call Before The Curtain Closes

Love from your heart is a subjective thing;
compassion is worth less than a penny.
Love from your blindfold is a full-time job
as if blankets were spiked and needles were soft.
I'm a faraway planet to your distant shores,
yet you pull my waters like the moon.
No wonder your one-eyed gaze caused a tsunami
on the waves within my neurons.

Can't you see that it's all over?
You're no longer the sun.
Glass shards will rain
from the sky no more.

I've become a star—
a supernova with a mission
to create a galaxy far away,
to bring life to a once
ruined landscape.

Family was always such a superficial thing;
from your eyes, it's abundance reeking loyalty.
Loyalty you bulldozed from mountain peaks
and said you cared when to you;
dedication was solely time and love,
was always a debt to repay.

The universe will always take me to shore;
past the hurricanes in my head,
and around the corner where I can
drink water and replenish decayed ambitions.

I will always worship the journey.
I will always reorder myself;
question my silly thoughts,
and invest light into what thrives.
Are you a flower or an abyss?

Will you ever lift me up?
Will you ever water a plant,
and not expect it to be beautiful?
Will you ever give money to a stranger,
and not expect an IOU?

I think not, but I'll never know.
Your doors are always open
but your mind is so closed.
We'll never find the key.

I hope you'll know
that rain always falls
when it's time to go.

I'll be finding my own way home.

Forecast: 18% Chance of Rain