I tip them upside down
I throw them on the ground
It's the only way I can look at them clearly.

When they're right in my face
Everything seems out of place
And I can't seem to understand them sincerely.

When they fall apart
It damages my heart
And I have to put them all back together.

To read them right
They have to be in plain sight
So I can interpret the future weather.

What I'm talking about
Brings upon some doubt
That's hiding in the back of my mind.

But when I lay them straight
I can predict my fate
And the truth I will know, and can find.

Many things are applicable
And possibly despicable
To what I'm trying so hard to explain.

But really what it is--
The answer to this quiz
Is that my emotions are difficult to preordain.

So I'll look at the sky
And release them to fly
Because that is the best thing I can do.

Let them go free
And just let it all be
Then they will be easier to construe.