Rain on the outside
Pain on the in
Never let them catch you cry
Because it's a big ol' sin
Show no feeling
Or a pinch of passion
Take fate's blows to the chin
And roll with a toothless grin

I pounced on a trampoline
But couldn't reach the stars
The people underneath me
Conspired to be stellar
I whispered folk tales
And played a vague guitar
Every event I inhaled
Surprised the fortune teller

The rain remained a drizzle
But I felt fear fizzle
To a tolerable tumor
Obsession became a rumor

Calm, cool, collected
When I felt my legs again
I called them prophets
Who herald the road Armageddon
And exercise apocalypse