...

It will rain again tomorrow.
Once more you will hide behind the blinds, drawn shut
With a sigh. Why oh why
Must it always interfere?

But you are right, that it is no cause for worry and
You are content, are you not?
Confined, maybe...
Still, you always longed to feel this way.

Welcome to the true divide
O wide-eyed child.
The horizon is unobtainable,
All is, but always was.

Only into the empty air do we whisper our sincerest prayers,
Knowing none will hear and none will care.