How you’ve mind turned world
You know what I need
You’ve run so far I can’t leave within you

Within your heart
Within your eyes
Became used to seeing
Everything I done

Say bye suicide/tear will roll down
All mind fall rain/where is blue sky?
Die of sun eyes/couldn’t be found
All day “MIRAGE”/holy “MIRAGE”

This reminds me of a poem by Anne Sexton I really like. Usually my favorite poety comes from the section of Kinnikuman Nisei where 8 year old from the countryside make up silly things that don't really make sense about their favorite characters to a set tune and send them in to the show...I made one about Mana. I'll send it to him perhaps.

But here's the poem: The Fury of Rain

The rain drums down like red ants,
each bouncing off my window.
The ants are in great pain
and they cry out as they hit
as if their little legs were only
stitched on and their heads pasted.
And oh they bring to mind the grave,
so humble, so willing to be beat upon
with its awful lettering and the body
lying underneath without an umbrella.
Depression is boring, I think
and I would do better to make some soup
and light up the cave.

copyright Anne Sexton