I bet you thought that I'd
fall into place,
crumble like the others,
and follow in your ways.
Thought I'd be
patient and kind.
When you called
I'd be easy to find—
and I am.
Open your eyes,
I'm all around you.
I am the sun,
I am fleeting
like a butterfly.
You'll never
catch me,
even if you try.
I am the howling wind
that burns your eyes,
that cuts your face,
and leaves you raw.
Listen closely
and you'll hear me.
You haven't seen
the last of me.
I am every snowfall
So pure, so cold
I am the blizzard
keeping you inside,
I am the blue sky
beckoning you
to come out and play.
And I am the rain,
the lightning and thunder
that lulls you to sleep
just to shake you awake,
make you think twice
about the foundation
on which you've built
your empire.
I am the eye of the storm,
I want to watch everything
you think you own
shatter
and crumble around you.
And maybe,
if I am feeling merciful,
I will be the
never-ending night sky
preventing the sun
from kissing your skin
so that you will never
have to see
the mess that you've made.
