i'm not ready this year for the silver drops
caught between a summer to forget and
falling into a complicated tomorrow
all the dying that wells up like puddles
between the muddy tracks of life lived
without enough jars to hold the dreams
it's pouring down whatever i think so i
simply listen to the splash as shards
today's arrows attacking what was
screaming what is rather than could be
i pull the covers up almost over my head
is this crazy world really what has come
does a graceful way to tap out remain
or must i find a way to dig in damp soil
take the present tense and make it new
no reserves no retreats no regrets
a new level of living beyond skin-deep
how it tears the blood to find the way
each wet splash reminds me that it comes
watering the ground bringing change
death rearranges in the dark but life will come
if i can find the hope to not remain alone
