The rain is hitting my
window
Against my brain
Anything cerebral is beyond
my recognition
The edges of this poem are
jagged
But no other person has my
shoes
The rain will never get me
But the sun will never shine
Not as long as I am just
staring out the window
Making worlds up in my head
More dreams than could ever
be lived
The expectations of a flood
I am the fool stuck in
contemplation
This could be my forever
Unless I jump on my pen
Take the first flight to the
sun
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