Not a Care

May 31, 2009
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I look out the window
at the downpour.
The sun hasn't risen
cuz it's quarter to four.

Sleep has evaded
my wandering head.
So wide awake
I get out of bed.

I went down the stairs
and unlocked the door.
I stepped outside
at half-past four.

I spin around.
I feel so free.
I let the rain wash away
all my worries.

I start singing
my heart out.
I sing it to the world.
I sing it out loud.

That I will not be
the last one there.
I will sing to the world
that I do not care.

I figure this out
as I dance in the rain.
Yet it's still dark out
at half-past eight.





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