whispering ceaselessly for you to release me
from this flower of captivity
where you trap me, where you tease me.
i glance up to the top, where hope and dope mix
interchange, add subtract - make me react in ways
i don't understand... i don't wish to... understand.

when you compliment, act mad, then repent
making me see red, see green, see blue... see through you,
i see the heart in you and it reflects me...
but can it be?
or is it some kind of virtual reality - interchanging
never ending, captive hoping, fruitlessly gyrating --
its... so ... fucking ... frustrating.
what?
you know the score - you see the top
your wish for rain that never came is here now
but you... remain... where you are.
play in the sun, my brother, my friend - my love...
Sunny showers are made for play,
for love, flowing out over our limbs as we sprint to the hidden playground
as we climb the glistening ladders up to the heavens...
up to forever...
up where we'll never ever forget the weather.
sunny showers are made for secret swings on the wings of... possibility.