Life is short?
I guess not -
Seems never ending,
What once rushed by.
It's not looking back,
That's all in a sack -
It's moving forward,
The Trying-To I lack.
I'm afraid to take
Up my pieces, forsake
Myself along the way.
What should I do?
I really don't know,
There are faces in the clouds
I can't make out.
Only thing I still know -
It will rain.
