Waiting for the rain
Sat on a stump
Like a clump
Molded clay in destain
Not far enough
Too close
From afar voices rose
A life too tough
A body too brittle
A mind in pain
A spirit to reign
A soul too little
No sense
No magic
Only reason
No rhyme
Waiting for the rain
He goes
Dry
Out of time.
Jul 22, 2025
Jul 22, 2025 at 3:25 PM UTC
Waiting for the rain
Sat on a stump
Like a clump
Molded clay in destain
Not far enough
Too close
From afar voices rose
A life too tough
A body too brittle
A mind in pain
A spirit to reign
A soul too little
No sense
No magic
Only reason
No rhyme
Waiting for the rain
He goes
Dry
Out of time.