The day started so normal
Until the weights pulled
So I pushed back
There is little thought
In some things
Survival is for the fittest
Science savagely sings
That has made it this far
Too young to know
How for a drop
It can be sucked away
Continuously rain pours
It may cleanse, it may restore
Even weather runs wild
More than I
I look at the storm
Shutting my eyes
The day has ended
Copyright, 2010, Christopher Baird--all rights reserved.
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