With catatonic eyes,
And melancholy dreams,
I’ll just slip behind the clouds
And embrace this soft cool rain.
Give me a break from the sun.
To ponder the stars,
Remembering all existence,
And a not one regret.
We are given more than we deserve.
Yet still desire more.
The failure of success,
A closure to subconscious strife.
Why is the sky so blue?
And why do the leaves fall?
It is not to question why.
Realize everything is meant to be.
Exactly as it is.
And the way it always was.
Jack Dylan 1/4/07
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem