the rain is calming
as it patters the rooftops and feeds the hungry perrenials;
and as the beads can no longer defy the pull of gravity fall,
                i fall
slowly peacefully gratefully asleep

i fly:
high
above the earth; the ball of dirt in which we exist our lamentable existences
deep
within the corners of my own mind
we think too much.
we think too little.
we don't think at all

about how it will be to no longer bear the burden of carrying this burden--
   these burdens--
conscience
responsibility

but we should--
reality is a scary place
                   flying becomes sinking
                   flying becomes drowning
                   flying fades to thinking
our days are numbered

the rain is calming
as it burdens us to think about life and learning

the rain is calming