there are days
i wish it would just
rain & rain & rain
wash everything away
down the drains &
carry us to a place
where we could
finally meet again
you could say, “hey” &
i could say, “hi” &
though we’ve never met
we could be friends
or maybe lovers
like we were before
we fell out of dream
our steel skies stolen,
some days
i wish it would just
rain.
12 responses to “steel skies stolen”
The feeling of wishing you could start over is captured so well here, that desire to wash it all away and begin again. I particularly like the last stanza.
Do overs would be an awesome feature to have available.
Those are some of my favorite films, where they show the different paths you could have taken. It can be dangerous for me to think too long along those lines.
I try not to let myself do that anymore 🙂
This is gorgeous and I feel it strongly.
Thank you Tara 💙
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Hugely relatable, Michael. Question is, if all were washed clean, would we, being the same person, still end up on the same road?
That’s the whole nature versus nurture argument that’s been raging for some time. What if the biases we were presented at birth were washed away as well? Would we have been drawn to the same “nature”?
Ooh, excellent point to mull over!
You’ll have to let me know what your mullings bring you. 🙂
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