Nature Will Listen

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I want to feel at home with Pain,

but right now I only feel at home with Rain

Only Rain falls just as torridly as I,

as he descends to Mother Earth from up in the Sky

 

I feel at comfort with Nature,

maybe because she lacks all the conjecture

I don't mean to sound dramatic,

I'm just so tired of all of the plastic

 

Plastic people, plastic feelings, plastic things

There's even plastic running through my veins

 

Talking in riddles, they go 'round and 'round,

and I'm just here, begging to be found

 

I can't keep up a rhyme scheme, if I could I'd have more confidence,

to share my feelings, to feel less anonymous 

And if I have to be honest, my flow is shit, too

 

But Nature doesn't care about all that

The rain, it will fall, it always comes back

Your words need not have any meaning,

nor pattern nor complexity nor even any hint of reasoning

 

Nature will listen to you, for you are her child 

We all have emotions, we all get a little wild

Guess that's the theme for this season:

Pain will always come back, for any given reason