The shoddy bit of rainfall that ruined it. Look at me; this is the life I chose. I’m dreaming when I should dream to wake up from the disillusion. Better watch the sun go down than see myself in the mirror. I have got to walk away. It has demented my thoughts it’s emending what I knew and what could be. It’s the wrong religion. Then she said as she passed by in the darkness, “I’m here to stay, don’t be afraid”. And I woke up.