Shivering under my blanket,
Thinking out loud,
The concept of us,
The concept of you,
The concept of I.
We, look like a sunflower.
Symmetric, bright and warm.
Reaching out to the Sun
And outgrowing along.
You, look like a peyote
Amidst the dreary sands.
Lonely, drained and dull
Searching for its water,
Deeper in its own land.
I, look like a rainy day
Drenching both,
With life, love and hope.
Promising clear skies
And sunny days to cope.
Little did I know,
Peyote needs no rain.
And a sunflower,
Never grows,
From the seeds of peyote,
Such is the pain.
Did the efforts
Of the rain
Just go in vain?
The rains
Still drench,
Selflessly,
Still Searching,
For someone worthy.
Worthy is who?
Not us, not you.
Never us, never you.
