The Rain
By Choma
Shuffling down side streets
Listless hoofing like dull beats
I stroll down my striver's row
With ambitions in tow
As I walk through the rain.
Brooklynites bolster themselves through blistering blizzards
Loose ladies survive sessions with lizards licking longingly
Amphibious animals hypocritical daytime words and deeds covering up nighttime needs
Miscalculating cruelty planting cultural weeds
Preventing fruit growing from seeds
And then blaming the dirt for not fulfilling our needs.
How do I know these secrets?
The earth spoke to me in vain
As I walked through the rain.
It seems like I have seen
My way in . . .
To fights and folly
Pain and jolly
But now . . . as I walk through the rain
I only feel numbness
After unstable highs and depressing lows
Exchanging blows
With myself
Succumbing to convention
Pursuing others' wealth and build a big pension
Rather than cultivating myself instead.
As I walk through the rain.
The surreal sunset above me looks as if the sky just bled
With ruby red sundrops dripping on my head
As I walk through the rain.
"..unstable highs, depressing lows
exchanign blows
with myself
succumbing to convenetion ... "
so y y'all rushing to be some attending's bitch when u can be the bleeding sunrise & sunset in aqumada 'n all? (Comment this)