Like yesterday
and the day before
we want things to remain the same,
to be all predictable and boring
just as it’s always been.
Honestly, you’ve lied to us before
I know what’s coming,
come tomorrow,
with her heavy rains
for some time now
even I tried to ignore the quiet
with everything being so empty
heavy are the circles
I’ve spent hours to days
tracing and outlining
what I thought would make a difference.
Still, the blue skies
break just the same.
