Falling gently on the roof top,
Like a drum with perfect beat;
I drift away into a dreamland,
The thoughts; so bitter sweet.
Reality slowly floats away,
As my mind becomes a cloud.
All I can see are the visions
That normally aren’t “allowed”.
For just a moment in time;
Forgetting all of the pain.
As I sit here in my room,
Listening to the rain.
10/27/04