Water spins lightly around my heated slate
I think about the life I’ve been given
How I have come to be the man I am
How will I reach to the... become the man I want
As these ideas whirl in my astral planar of my thoughts
I dream of the world that was once only as big as I could see
This constant swirling wasn’t an obstacle to overcome or battle
Welcomed was the wet feel on my clothes
Past days weren’t bothersome to my relaxation
This day where the longer I spun I had no patience
The weight of God wasn’t so heavy on my shoulders
Times where everything is crashing into one another
I feel the water gently upon my eyes
Tears and oxygen mixed together
Angels cry for the living and we cry for the dead
My soul aches and no prescription can eliminate the torture
I feel the water shuffle down the corners of my eyes
I feel these weights bear on my mind body and soul
I feel that these times are very rough… so very rough
Tears and rain angels cry and I cry
Eternal pity, agony, will spin till I die…