An Idea


Reading In the Rain

1.

Why are my chains so cold and hard
Their chains aren’t chains at all
They’re held by ropes of love
I’m held by chains I want to be rid of
2.

Weightless and free, so this is what it’s like to be
No more chains to hold me
And I believe I am starting to see
All that I missed throughout eternity
3.

Can I go back
This life is starting to be so black
I thought the chains had gone slack
But this is an even bigger weight on my back
4.

There is nobody here who cares
And nobody here who shares
Except for maybe one
With this life I am done
5.

Now it’s easy to see
That the ones who have no fun
Are they that actually love me

I am a Nike box 

made by people down low for people up high.

first looked upon with glory,

but once cleaned out I'm thrown away, unimportant.

Nobody cares about me only what I hold

They use me, then abuse me 

I am crushed up and torn apart

only to be recycled into hundreds of new boxes

On occasion I get placed into the hands of a simple child

used as a doll house or as a spaceship,

but always in time I am thrown away.

Somewhere in an unknown land a journey is taken every day

A journey that is not so long for them feels like a life

With friends and family they soar along

the winds like leaves that have no choice

They fulfill their purpose though only because

that is how it is meant to be.

Until today when one decides 

this is not what she was meant to be

At first nobody understood how she could be going up an around 

instead of going down which had always been the way.

Then one saw how happy she was 

 because she chose her own path

so just before he hit the end he turned and joined her flight

They flew along for for quite a while

not caring what people had to say.

One by one then ton by ton others began to change

Now when you visit that unknown land 

you will find rain falls in more than just one way.