A while ago at work, my fingers were playing over the keyboard while listening to some old tunes and here I ended up creating a poem. It’s been a long while since I last wrote one.
When the sun is up and the day is gay,
my heart would look up for a little way
To see clouds in the sky in gray
dark and gloomy, as what they say…
To see a tiny raindrop fall in my cheek,
and feel the sweetness of anything weak
Just when the coldness touches me inside,
I know life always has its many sides…
As when I say I want this and that,
but what I mean is all curved, straight and flat
How can I get you to see the real thing?
when my indecisiveness kills every meaning?
So I’d rather be soaked under the rain,
So I’d rather be soaked under the rain,
maybe when I walk I could all be sane
And just choose the thing that I’d really like
without thinking it over all through the night…
Yes, no, maybe… nothing so definite with me,
or maybe I only failed to see
That flowers are prettier under the sun
than those little raindrops falling in my hand…
