When the rain is gone
I hope to feel bright
No more hatred
The sun is my friend
But not my God.
When the rain is gone
I wish to love myself
And make sense
Sense of these forces
Shape me, Supress me
Cloudage still here
Walking slowly
Alienation anomie
They shake my hand
They comfort me.
I hope that when the sun comes out all of this blurriness will go away.
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