Smell The Roses

In the pouring rain in the Monday morning rush we talked for an hour in my head I was cycling on the sidewalk with an open umbrella though soaked to the bone already so - why dry out in vain? dignity, it slows me down I don't get pleasure from solving these mysteries cant dwell on dying or the rain - prefer endless epiphanies, exiting every cul-de-sac through secret escapes I left out pieces on purpose, it's what I always do, I'm not lazy nor can't not leave untwisted thoughts for you but I'm giving you credit, the wonder you are and in five years' time when it finally makes sense I won't gloat at how you figured it out but will be ready with an uncondescending kiss on the lips that was yours all along, and that - that kiss - is something I will have immensely missed. In the pouring rain in the Monday morning rush we talked for an hour in my head I was that guy cycling on the sidewalk with an open umbrella [bridge] (it's a whirlpool flowing different levels to skip between a cotton-candy spinning machine sugar and magnets make it crystallize so sweetly on the tongue) [chorus] It's something I will have immensely missed! [louder. faster] yeah It's something I've immensely missed [faster] something you completely missed! Monday evening and still raining city calm after 24 years of fire, washed out in downpour, extinguishment oh to desire no more preparing each day; I'm painting the walls twenty thousand and twenty-two shades of blue - just for you smelling roses, tracking butterflies chasing rabbits down a hole but is this Wonderland? is this Wonderland? is this Wonderland? It's not every day I feel so lucid I see no end to the rain, but don't wait up - I got the whole field to enjoy. tomorrow the desert blooms and the morning mist seduces the Sahara and the cracked dead earth weeps colours as double-rainbows circle the storm