Rain in my brain
Friday night and an old glass-
Full of sparkling old rain.
An overworked brain
Looking to numb the pain.
Rain, rain down again
Like the time when the world was young
And the world was big
Without a daily gig
To impress them and depress the self.
When the world had rhyme-
A rhyme of ease, a rhyme of grace;
A rhyme that left back a trace
That now smells like rain
That’s dried up under a life
Of no purpose and a daily strife.
Rain, rain down again.
Rhyme, breathe and dance again.
Brain, look for the rain.
Two days of hope
And two more after five.
And again. There’s a lot to probe,
A lot to find and a lot to win.
Maybe again. Maybe again...
Rain...
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