And so it is another day
Plenty of sunshine
Rainy and grey
I'm sure change
Is coming this way
To the good
Or to the bad
To much weather
Can drive one mad

But what is weather
If not the force of change
Ice and snow melt in pain
Puddles of mud fall in love
Tracking dirt in
On the living room rug
And there a stain
Upon the heart
Forecasting storms
Will never part!

There existed no switch to turn it off
No such component in a Poet's thoughts
The deepest of meditation
Is but a Poet's contemplation

Words bleed from all we see
Beauty, laughter and sorrow
Forever set poetically free
My Friends!
This is what we were meant to be!

He feels the weight of his family dragging him down.
All that surrounds him is the prying eyes of his town.
His daddy stands in front of him, glaring, with a frown.
The weight of the burden he carries is heavy, under pressure, he buckles to the ground.
His knees hit the dirt, and he hears the deafening sound.
Unable to tear his eyes from the dirt, knowing exactly for what he’s been bound.
Wrists tied, forced to his feet, made to watch as they slip on a crown
To the man, his father, cackling, he's a circus clown.
To the woman, his mother, sheepishly wishing to drown.
To the little girl, his sister, crying, watching he’s bown.
To the young boy, his brother, wishing he could just take off that gown.
As they grab him, forcing him limp, one last time, he feels the weight of his family dragging him down.