Down with the rain,

comes unrequited hopes and dreams.

Form a puddle around my home.

The clouds have let out all they have been holding back.

The huge weight of this sack,

might make your back crack.

In all this desire of vengeance, hatred, and pressure,

You may center yourself to answer to your instincts.

To find happiness beyond measure.

Even though there may be a lot of pressure,

follow your instincts,

to find what you truly treasure.

Unlike the puddles which come suddenly in torrents.

To fill up the empty places in the ground with swell.

To find that stillness,

calm with no confusion,

is what’s called inclusion.

For my instincts seem rather weak,

until I start to answer for myself,

And not anybody else.

Friend, foe, or lover, nonetheless