As I walk to seek calm,
with nothing but my thoughts,
I see so many memories,
feelings deeper than I sought.
And now it rains,
as the drops fall on me,
I wonder if the sky,
wants to cry along with me.
Who knows why this happened,
is there meaning to this scene?
Am I just being dramatic,
or am I trying to be free?
There is a brisk to my walk,
a vision in my eye,
The memories are being erased,
the memories of lies.
There is no external noise,
silence leads the way,
and the words in my mind,
are words that I pray.
Somehow this feels right,
the rain cleanses the soul.
Perhaps the point of this walk,
had this ultimate goal.
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