Musing I

You know that thing they say about it raining and yet the ground remains hard?

My heart is dry.

Pain rises from the east and sets in the west

And between the cardinal points

I cannot hold it all in my chest

Oh the words are raining for sure

But the message is hard to endure

Our ears bleed from hearing nothing

Our eyes well up from expecting something

And we thought we could be anything

Anything at all

But nothing is something

And something could be anything

So we have become nothing

On the road to settling for anything

June 11

21:41GMT