The rain it's falling like all my hopeless
Attempts  to be happy
Each drop is a dissembled dream
By the time it splashes n the ground
I've been trying to take in as many as I can
Thinking that catching them
On my tongue
Will save the ones I can catch
Though my attempts are true
Third journeys are still felt leaving me
Each drop rolling down my face
Crashing on to my skin
Like cold glass
So many so fast their gone
None last
They remind me that it's good to feel
That negligence comes from ignorance
And that there's no way to be happy
If I let my sense of feel go