the rain came
my tears fell to the earth
and sucked into the ground
like newborn roots
here it come again...here come the rain..

where to go...what to do?
life in agonizing perpetualness...
stagnation in ritual routine
bordom with simply awakening...

my lack of motivation holds
the steering wheel..
driving me to nothingness..
with the uneasy jerkings
of the new driver's syndrome,
too much brakes, too quick
and I hit the windshield
with my face..trying to find reality...

let my body fall back into the seat
and relax...I ask you to ignore me
and let me rest...roll down the window
and let the breeze brush my face like
a mop on your mom's kitchen floor.

but soon you tell me we have to roll it up
the grey clouds seem overbearing like taxes and wives
and the drizzle is starting.. 

here it come again... here come the rain..