MEE – The Michael Edwards Experience

Man, I think the bus makes people emo or something…
The raindrops
fling themselves
Desperate

Sadly
The window is closed
Splat. Done.
 
 
 
But raindrops are immortal
Drops are reborn
Reconstituted
to try
again, again, again
 
 
 
I am a raindrop
But I do not know
if I can again afford
hope
that your window is open

On the bus
cattle car
I stare outside at the city
open fields
and dream after revolution.
lust
I dread the [...]