Rain

Drip. Drop. The heavens cry tonight.
The stars have been prisoned above
By clouds that devoured their light.
Shadow of an eagle hunting a white dove.

Drip. Drop. I feel your tears tonight
On my cheeks. I can't tell if its mine
Or yours. No moon nor moonlight
To reflect upon the sorrow undivine.

Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop.
End feels so far, and water clings
To me and my second skin and
My soul feels so drenched in this
That I feel like I'd never be dry.
As heavens cry. So do I.

Drive

A man is a simple creature

Like water left lonely

Will stagnate and rot.

Kept coursing like river's vein

Ever driving on a road

Where the destination unknown

In midst of sun and rain.

The fluid finds purpose,

A life beyond where it began.

Whether it was win or lose

Sometimes ends up within a life.

Yet never has a man who has

Reached everything they dreamt of

Sat and thought i hath won

For long until the itch of life

The true lie of modernity

Sucess does not lie 

In the destination

But rather the drive of getting there.

When the journey's over 

Take a pint and a hiatus.

Then open up the map

Pick the next path

And resuscitate the engine.

Get back on the road.