The rain kept coming
like it would never stop.
The sight of it was daring,
the cork that never popped.
And I was there, out,
the place where I would live,
before all this went south,
and I could still believe.
The nice came for a second,
my men were all along,
creating this new bond,
a little frog, a pond.
The light was there for a moment
or two, the kindness back to me,
I never signed up for this torment,
And it was more for you to see.
The mind still, while steel myself,
No thoughts, no movement,
Just void, empty all that shelf,
Leave nothing there to repent.
And all those words are just
a mean to the end of time,
dust in the wind, at last
to avoid this crime.
To limit yourself is the supreme sin
I do not know how and where you've been.
I can see that you are quite a busy bee.
Let's keep all this between you and me.
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