i would rather it was raining
it would match my
kind of human
it would match my
kind of mind
the sun beats on my shoulder
i can’t see why i should stay
i would rather it was raining
it would match my
lie of life
stop one two three
count the reasons
these cords pull me and i break
but i’m done with hope
i’m threadbare
throw our embers to the sky
throw your kindling too much smoke
and i can’t let it scratch my face
i would rather it was raining
it would match my
kind of human
it would match my
kind of mind
the sun beats on my shoulder
i can’t see why i should stay
Humans Change
or evolve and become those who we do not wish to be around much anymore. It happens a lot. To everyone, looking for the right mix, the right merge capability. Love the syntax and rhythm of the first four lines - poe-esque. - slc