Rain has sneaked into your dreams like an old song
tapering over the little things you lay out to sun-dry
coats, misspellings, containers, clothes hanging high and low
you scrape it up, stop complaining about the water
then sit, with fuzzy slippers and old pajamas
watching the same old series run over and over
love scenes, kisses, empty dreams
you light a candle to break away from the dark clouds
lay tucked with the music surrounding you
while you make a composition of the noise and notes
this is a lazy Saturday where you combat all the things
that make you feel alone, all at once.
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