Did anyone read the weather report for today? It had warned of a Tempest. A Tempest of Thoughts. Wild. Untameable. Unforgiving. Shattering all the rules that came in the way Drowning all traditions which stood by the bay The Tempest of Thoughts in my mind And I jumped right into the uncharted waters Trying to hold on to the planks of ideas Ideas. To keep me alive. Ideas. My only means to survive.
Boxes. Black Boxes. Dragging themselves on the streets Wearing themselves out On the Weary asphalt Wake up. Eat. Work. Sleep. Compartments for each moment of the day Automated life Black and White And it rained. Tearing the Sky The Boxes. Worried about their Suits and Tie And Boots. Shiny Leather Boots. The umbrellas bloomed like Shields keeping them dry from the rain Let the water not touch the Suits Let the mud not soil the Boots Out came a Box. With his guards down Without a Shield and a frown Baring its nakedness Letting the Rain Carve the soul A smile spread itself on the blank face And serenity took over the bones The rainbow exploded into a million colours Drenching the eyes as the tears rolled The boots are still dry Dry as the hollow boxes They watch in horror and dismay As the boy colours the sky Colours as vibrant as his dreams Red. Blue. Yellow and Green Dreams of freedom beyond Black and White Beyond the Tick Tock and the automated life The boy moves through the crowd Saying, let it rain o please! Let it rain Let go of the Umbrellas. Just catch the next train. Now I see the Shields melting Now I see faces and beings Beyond the Black and White You and I can be Human again
