somewheres in the rain and wind

somewheres in the rain and wind
they come to him in his dreams
whispering secrets
of the feeling of what he has seen

there he walks
once enslaved
unable to speak fully
now free
he examines and anatomizes every fragment of his stuck-up life,
looking for the drops of rain

it's fragile in a way distance isn't
but he wouldn't know that, all he know is
it isn't a parking lot,
In the dark alleys of his heart
he stands there holding own hands

as the rain falls
it's business as usual
he stops attending calls

rain cutting down his face making realms
bathed in pain, as the drops play cards on his dreams

somewheres in the rain and wind
decepting him in the mind
as a black and white photograph of a man
cigarette dangling, beer glass in the left hand
each arm perched on the shoulder of a woman
even then it doesn't wash off
it never will

traveling on the backs of moments
and i slowly follow him
to a place called privy
place that eased my anguish
the embrace of a dear friend
he wants more from life than memories
i've had so many dreams

somewheres in the rain and wind
a giant thinking about his thoughts
still looking for his treasure
doesn't know what he is doing
he knows now that colourful ties can only get him this far
so it's time to remove these shoes
and walk back into his own backyard

he huddles around
sometimes sleeps on the ground
he was expendable
not necessarily the one that was needed