Your truths hold the weight of raindrops.
They refresh, then leave a welt of sin.
A reminder of when once burnt, left upon my skin.
But like a waterfall inferno, I am burnt a lot.
As every downpour I hope for more, yet see pain is all I
got.
It seems I will never learn, as every storm I see out.
I seek the single rays of sun, to soak away the doubt.
I know another wash will only leave me with regret.
At falling for the clouds, and trading caution to forget.
As a wave breaks, we crash, roll, repeat a lot.
Under paw like corpse a wonder, are you drowning me or not?
Would it not be made of more, to cast me out to sea?
To leave me in a limbo vast, the currents guide me free.
Of any net or hook or line, fa�ade of yours or other.
For now at least while I am a drift, the ocean is my lover.