always somewhere to be
always somewhere to go
always something to do
always something to be

cold water,
american water,
down and out
and all over
us

never needing
only wanting

never seeking
only demanding

we are not the chosen ones
and we are more often than
not wrong

completely aware of the rest of the world
completely unable to accept the best option
completely lost in a sea of paranoid tradition

rain,
soft and
unforgiving rain
comes down
upon us
and whispers
in the softest
tone possible

“you are not great
and I shall get you
yet”