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Don’t rain
It’s not just my lack of umbrella
Nor the thought of being stranded
Although it might be confused
Like merging two different worlds

My mind is clouding
I’m lacking the visibility
I’m tired with all these problems
I cope with every other day
My visions are blurred,
And little drops of water are starting to pour

Now, here I thought
While the rain is in downpour
While I’m drenched in this flood
What is it that I’m mad about?
Little unexpected problems,
Encountered almost everyday?
Or the long-term products of my thoughtless actions?


December 3, 2008