Oh poor you,
The status quo has woken up raining
And you haven’t bothered with a parade
of any sort
Is a drenched one beneath you?
You could just let it pour?
Do yourself this little favour
Feel how rain can kiss you
Feel how life can rush back to your cheeks
Oh poor you,
Clouds hug your sky
Spitefully tormenting
and you let them
Petrified, you call it wisdom
To hold on for dear life
Do yourself this little favour
Find a bit of foolishness
Find a bit of folly and venture
Watch your life soar in the storm
Oh, what foolishness!
Watch the wind take your dreams high
Oh, such folly!
Your affliction might be sweet
Poor you!
© by Renate B. Nguyen 2006
