What is so happy,
About this,
Not this feeling,
Stomach sick,
The burn of day
Moves onward
Slowly masking
From within,
Blending
Rain and sugarcane
Surrendering
To the sound,
It pours down
To the sound
Of distance
Flesh on flesh
Tangled in a net
Surrendering
To you
Inside my mind,
Do what you will do