I’d rather when it’s silent

when you wont hurt me saying

that cold is this ambition and empty are these words

I wish I could have listened but that no longer matters

that memory I once kept

all gone, strange, is not it

There are few things that matter
they wake you when it’s raining
and I should be as stubborn as always I have been
when twinkling drops transform you
when dreams you have inform you
that all you wish is here
its all around you