All This Rain(1)

I like rain The sound of it The chaotic patters Static The TV that life is All those shows that no one watches Cables and satellites Variety taken for granted Until the day the FBI shows up And all the colors of life Illegal It’s all luck of the draw Outside, inside, or in the basement Reception of life All the emotions Frequencies, amplitudes, modulations But what’s my point really All those shows that were never watched Everything is black and white Static The blue screen of death The sparkly grey of denial It’s raining Today The antenna’s broken TV in the basement But what’s there to see really All the struggle The acting for audiences that never attend His show Her show Your show The reality that no one really cares about I like trees Not because of its majesty Or of its strength, hardness Because of its silence Its lack of motion The resignation To an environment To life when it shines Or when it rains I wished it’d rain more often Walking in the rain Acting a tree Not I Let the drench, the cold Seep through my veins Across shivers Spasms unfelt Not the bark, but the trunk The rings, the core I love the static Ecstasy of the monotone The acceptance to fate There’s only one road to walk The same we walk everyday Only one show to watch How could I resist When there’s been no alternative When everything left proving me human Is this viscous dark This dense stagnation Simply broken Only sad A little I’ll be ok Hopefully