Drops on Sunday (11/2017)

Drop into the city.
Blindly find my way.
Rain walks on our windows.
How was your day?

I will come back for you.
No matter how high.
Where is my parachute?
How do I fly?

You seem to soar inside among the laughter
All the while knowing there could be more.
I can always hear a little more.
Listen a little more.
Listen a little.
A little, listen.

Nothing happens on a rainy day.
Give me the word and I’ll find my way.

Believe that you’re happy.
The start of the show.
One falls down from above,
A smile bestowed.

I’ve never had a clue.
Please leave one behind.
You have no parachute.
How do you fly?

Give me the word and I’ll find my way.
Sunday drops to windows inhabited.
I don’t know why.
Stay away from me, gravity.