Under the drizzling rain
the world seemed a bit uncertain
A feet forward, then another and another
and yes I should have known better
Than to trust the panic that always goes
When we step in the unknown
Always best to shed the old and to mourn
What no longer is useful No woes
For subtle changes only a strange melancholy
Let the rain wash your sorrow slowly
What if that was a mistake ?
Always you walk forward, shed light in your wake
But the past is an old coat
That sometimes you need to remove to feel
The sun that today brings Hill
of flowers of the future not yet bloomed
Times reaps from it the oat