A drop of rain lands upon your face,
And you worry if you sweat,
A drop on mine,
Feels like a monsoon,
I know it's not,
Show me where the sunshine is,
For it must surely be,
I'm sat here wondering,
But there's a thousand me's,
Looking down,
Same old ground,
Wondering where we'll never be found,
The sea is slowly taking over the earth,
Girth gaining as it scratches,
Etches away greedily,
Painting it's own picture as art once did,
A blank canvas for nature again,
Replacing all that was,
With all which will be,
Again.