the water trickled down the path
to the dark puddle at my feet
i wore a jacket, a beanie on my head
and still i was soaked partially
i looked into the distance
at the changing sky
and meandered as if i trailed
behind answers to why
in time i came to look up
to accept the rain and let it be
drenching the earth to enrich the soil
and wash the anger out of me
i had traveled this world meeting many
who let me win then let me loose
and after all this time i’ve wanted to cry
where, my sweet love, were you?
-Les’Nspired
(and yes, i meant “loose”)
