It rains every day here
My umbrella is getting old and starting to become waste
The holes are starting to separate
trickles are eagerly running down my face
I’m waiting for the water to rise and oh man!
That’ll be the day!
Once it does I’m out of here
I’m going to just sail away
There are holes in my boat
sinking my dream of escaping this dreadful place
I plug them up the best I can
but I can’t seem to win this race
The salty water rushes up and engulfs my raft
so I slowly swim right back to shore
I am not really sure how I can handle this mess
I don’t even want to dream anymore
I walk away, head held low and soaked but out of the corner of my eye, alas!
A glimpse of hope!
I run to the hill and it slowly starts to grow
I won’t reach the sunshine today but there's always tomorrow!
the
dream and reality merge
a nicely penned dream!
keep on writing!
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