Do you sometimes stop and feel the rain touch your face?
However, looking up you saw a clear sky, cloudless heaven and the bright sun glaring, like a sarcastic remark on your feelings.
You half expect people to stop and offer you an umbrella
But, you forgot no one dies from rain, unless it is your fire that’s underwater.
Everybody’s walking yet, you still stood there.
Waiting for the imaginary rain to stop.
For the imaginary hands to hold you.
For something to make sense.
Like a movie, a moving panaroma of the world sliding out of your mind
You are the actor playing the greatest role invented.
Bite your tongue, right foot forward, left foot, right foot. Remember the steps to the choreographed dance,
now more fluid, let your self relax to the lies.
Walk again, wipe the rain from your eyes. Put the grin back on. We’re on a tight schedule, a decade less til the encore