Falling Rain and Reflections

This time I'm on my own without a taken, without a dream.

Just sitting here and writing skin me. We see clothes and

doors. Browsing the highway of flat doors. You must

sit to the right lean back and realize this weather is no surprising

rain is falling falling on our heads rolling rolling up your

sleeves leaves are falling on their knees rolling dropping down the

drops in my feet Faces will roll, and my hair will fall.

I will sit down on a chair, don't let my eye