Rain fell/
abyss of her soul/
For she is who she does not want to be/
and they want what she is but not who they are/
staring into a reflection of her own cruelty,
she wonders: if there is no home, can she really be lost?

A splash/
Resounding in the dark is a conspiracy of her shattered soul/
She does not want to be:
lost and glaring at the words of imperfection painted across that chocolate brown face/
seen through those twinkling, tearful eyes/
heard in the cloud of her frosty whisper/
Alone in her heart, empty in her mind/
Despair dripping from the sky

What is left for the lonely girl/
When the monsoon subsides will she abide to her conspiracy theory of the mind?/
Not yet, we see, as the mist still falls,
for her boots still slap the ground/
walking to a place that has yet to be found