It might be raining
It might have been pissing down since daybreak
It might be cold and damp and sticky
It’s still a nice day
Nothing is changing fast
No leaks
It’s quietly staying the same inside
And in need of nothing I wonder
How long before the dryness of desire starts kicking again
It might be lonely
I might have better spent my time awarding
Whispers of wisdom to the ears
Of my oversensitive headmates
Instead I quietly let thoughts go by
And touch the skin of lust with envy
Fleetingly guilty of wanting with words
Seemingly guilt-free when these words fail me
It might be lovely
Sitting chatting in the sunset
I might be missing out on the best life
But here today silence is buzzing
With confidence and perfect tempo
And I would rather be dealing with drizzle
Than charm with pain of matching beauty
Late
Slow
Behind
Early
Fast
Ahead
On time
Steady
Right here
Eternal
Immobile
Everywhere
Never
Uncharted
Beyond
It might be raining but I’m clean
