Aug 2020
I love to stare at rain
From the comfort of the door frame
Am I in or out?
Your rhythm and beat has no doubt
Am I stuck in stasis?
Can I cope with what faces us?
You rumble on
We rumble on
Keep rumbling
From the comfort of the door frame
Am I in or out?
Your rhythm and beat has no doubt
Am I stuck in stasis?
Can I cope with what faces us?
You rumble on
We rumble on
Keep rumbling
Thoughts from staring at rain this morning. For some reason I love to be on the door frame neither inside or outside.
