It’s a rainy day, but I don’t mind
even though my soul is lost in my eyes
I don’t even feel like talking or thinking
I know if I do, it’ll just get worse
Don’t say I was in a bad mood
Because that’s not the truth
Just melancholy is all, about what?
I don’t know; sometimes I get
in these phases where all I can do
is berate myself about all my impurities
and I don’t know how to stop it.
After school ends and I hear the bell faintly
over the sound of memorized music humming
in my head, all I desire is to walk the way I came
feeling no purpose; who cares about the rain?
So what if I get wet? I really don’t mind
Because I know one day I will die
and there’s nothing worse than
not feeling water fall on your skin
from the infinite sky; at least it’s a feeling