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The storm blowin at full force
wind is blowing and I'm naked of course
the rain comes and goes reminding us we wont die
the clouds never dissipate,theres always precipitate in the sky

A story of pains,metaphors and puns
mixed emotions,mixing from which the river runs
when darkness falls, its impossible for light to escape
when change is permanent it no longer takes shape

I'm surrounded by feelings and held captive by reason
to think of a resolution is absolute treason
to question my question is an answer of uncertainty
no need to unexpose anything unless its a need to curtain me. . . .

Silence me,kill me,lift me,drop me,ignore me,love me,forget me
as far as i can see it seems to be everyones creed indeed
this train of thought goes without ponder
maybe you haven't even made it past the first line and thought of something more fonder

in case you have and haven't read the very last line . . . .
maybe you've returned again and felt my pain in ur heart this time
Ive been slippin and fallin all my life and i think Ive finally fell
Until the storm passes through again. . . . I bid you a fare well.

-Phil Menting 2012