Rain,
a cup of tea,
and a guitar,
a self-less day
so far,
I picked a cookie
from an old jar.
and wrote a meaningless
song
You and a flower—
What should I perform—
I pondered, then
sipped my tea.
A thought, so obscure,
it left my chest
with a scar.
The pain was immense—
That self-healed scar.
An empty cup,
a rainbow,
a paper with torn lyrics,
placed beneath my guitar.
Yes, a self-less day,
untethered—
so far.