07-03-2014, 09:12 AM
Oh, the Irony
Rain
Such a transcendental being,
Pounding its existence on the blanketed street dwellers.
Glazing eyes that mirror each splash,
Resonating minds of our gloomy past,
A past so sad that it comes in gaps,
Gaps that are now filled with each rain splash.
Toxins, although not toxic,
That invade our minds like they invade our boxes,
Lying there on the surface, reflecting their sad faces.
Faces that only know pain and gentrification,
While hot sun beach dwellers are all on vacation.
Irony
Oh, the irony
Rain
Such a transcendental being,
Pounding its existence on the blanketed street dwellers.
Glazing eyes that mirror each splash,
Resonating minds of our gloomy past,
A past so sad that it comes in gaps,
Gaps that are now filled with each rain splash.
Toxins, although not toxic,
That invade our minds like they invade our boxes,
Lying there on the surface, reflecting their sad faces.
Faces that only know pain and gentrification,
While hot sun beach dwellers are all on vacation.
Irony
Oh, the irony