The rain is beautiful.
I wish I could watch it from the window.
Instead of looking up at it from the pavement.

my past has gone
my present's here
my future's still to come.
I'll make my mark
and when I'm gone
my spirit shall live on.

An epiphany awaits,
The fencer and his sword,
As he strides through the hall,
Looking for his word

Red and black go well,
They complement each other,
Much like you and me,
A floating leaf,
A drifting feather

The pain is gone,
The pain is gone,
I've finally found a friend,
I can count on.

The lights are fading into black,
As they try to flicker on the stacks,
But death will find us all one day,
Sleeping in some cosmic sway,

A tickle of presumption in the air,
The lifts that happened won't seem fair,
As peaks and eloquence fade away,
A truth that lead us all astray,

All I wanted was effortlessly afloat,
Above the hearted sunken boats,
Dropping towards those glinting eyes,
There was no doing in the way you tried.