Do I explain or let it go?
Do I explain or let it go? The summer rain speaks for
itself.
So, do I dare be like water, its drops free falling through
a day.
There’s no escape, forget umbrellas, it causes happiness and
dance.
Don’t hide your face, uncover tears, they wash away and warm
your face.
And it’s temporal and unreal, and it’s amazing and corrupt.
Dilutes ambitions and intentions, but you no doubt can adapt.
But you no doubt know better about what you think you need.
Consider this a fucking letter about ego, fear, greed.
Consider this a welcome message to just relax and let life
rain,
We’re all imperfect, poor and foul, perhaps conceited, even vain.
Consider this a mirror image, of everything we’ll never see,
Perhaps I’ll travel, like a pilgrim, and then return and
never leave.
They say ‘relax’, like it’s an option, like dripping wax I
wanna be,
There is no reason for redaction, when I demand, I’m adding
‘please’.
When I can feel, against my will, it’s not a drill, don’t
let it go.
When I shut down, pull away, I need a bit, it’s not a show.
Sometimes it simply pulls away, you never go all the way,
You never give it all you got, instead just living through
your day.
The sky is burning, so are you, the sun is shining, that is
true,
Don’t reminisce on what is gone, it’s a disease, just like
the flu.
The day, it flew, the moment gone, I’ll make another, having
fun.
I’ll step toward, and never back, just don’t forget to watch
your back.
