We know why it rains
The clouds colliding
Suffocating the sun
Bringing forth life
Pouring over our heads
While we focus on strife
Our life is rife
Knife in hand to cut away the darkness
We know why it rains
But it never did anything
To stop it from falling

Planted feet
Enriched in riches
I have never been better
But I feel faint
Always falling, never stalling
Am I moving up?
Down?
Left?
Right?
Cardinal sins with no direction
Every time I catch my breath
Life erodes at my exhaustion
Peaceful days
Ruined by jagged skin
Pins and needles
I am the true evil
To my reflection
Twisting and flipping
Small size, vast numbers
A cricket's chime, ringing infinitely

Reduce
Reuse
Recycle
Righteous principles
Items to people, seen as equal
Reduce
Reuse
Recycle
Remade to serve
Reinterpreting the past
Reforming benefits for criminals
Recite your prayers for they are feckless
Reminiscing when you were reckless
Remaining ignorant, such a concept
Rewriting existence for it to make sense

Free to fly
The illusions we choose
A beautiful life
Telling you to live by example
Until the isolation defines your sight
Hey, are you truly happy?
Do you wake up in strife?
How long can you keep going
As the world takes away from you?
Remember, I love you
But the world turns hands to fists
Charity to chastity
No choice but to fight
Now watch as we fall
How can I set an example?
My positivity has turned to poison

In my best health
Inside the worst world
Ignored by my mistakes
Isolated in a world of fakes
Ignorant to my best
Standing abjected, standing out
In my best defeat

Drifting, spinning
Dancing to two tempos
Slow and steady
Fast and fierce
Once upon a time
Our rhythm intertwined
Tangled, never mangled
Until you started dancing
To someone else's tempo
I kept dancing, always forward facing
Hoping one day soon
We could waltz again
Under the pale moon
Where the rhythm can be set
By our hearts, beating anew

Suspension of my senses
To condense is my defense
As we dispense discourse
Full of distress, the atmosphere is tense
Superiority from the side of your fence
Tell me, tell me
How can there be more than one common sense?