why do we only trust ourselves.
it's unfair to those
who we love,
who love us
and yet i know i
(we)
will not change.
is it even possible
when we are so
used to running
in from the rain
to alter our ways
and strive to go
o u t
of our way to drag
our unwilling selves
to get drenched and
not give a damn when
we splatter those
who are dry
with our newfound
glorious view of the world?
would it be strange to watch
a wall of water,
which was once
a collection of drops,
tower above you
and while being shrouded
in the shadow
to wonder if this water
was once on the
other side
of the world?
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