Darkened skies of gray,
the clouds on your face,
and your thoughts in disarray.

There are no umbrellas here,
underneath your salted sky.
Drowning peacefully, in the tears you cry.

Wishing for the stream to overflow,
so I'll build a raft, but I won't know where to go.

In the amplified swirl of life,
lines and dots, forget-me-nots.

Time drifts faster than the wind.
Let's end this, before it begins.