Another rain spattered evening dreaming worn out dreams yet they can be so deceiving Telling my heart "reality's not real" Hoping for total oblivion wishing all old wounds would heal for so they say the darkest hours must flee Oh when and where is the darkest hour for me? my twenty minute (trice) has stretched from all proportion and so by doing my mind has reached distortion
Still the rain keeps falling Showering down in glee As if to cry those needed tears unable to be shed by me How could outside galaxies know the pain I hold inside? Why would they shed such tears for me for thoughts that I must hide? No human heart could understand whats locked within my mind For I have searched and weary grown But the key I cannot find Even if the door stood open wide what would I see within my mind?
The pattering is replaced by a watery golden sun Ageless thoughts will disappear oblivion has begun.