it's raining, but i don't really need an umbrella

today feels like everyday.
go to work. go to to school. go to bed. or go to hell.
what does it matter anyway if the bright future is no more than a repeated version of a dull past. it's not about me. i don't think my past is dull, on the contrary, i'm just saying why worry? why worry about the future? still we do. we all do you lunatics.

today it's raining and i'm thinking about someone.
i don't really need an umbrella, raincoat or anything else.
i only need to follow my feeling, believe in my dream, shut my eyes for a bit and experience the comforting breeze and puzzling intermitent lightning of Orlando's weather.

tourists go to disneyworld.
i go home.
tourists go to spend their mediocre paychecks in stupid garments and mickey keychains.
i pay the rent.

it's raining and my past is slipping away, leaving me behind and not listening to me anymore. it never did. it never will. it's all poetry? it's all a waste?

me and my arrow.
nilsson schmilsson.
sparks and ocean waves.
movie previews and corporate america.
runaway lovers and sad, sad mistakes i've made.

maybe i'm a little uneasy right now.
maybe i'm a little weepy.
maybe i'm trying to figure it out just like everybody else.

chicago - someday i'll go there.
new york - my mind is set on you.

goodbye friends and family.
it was nice meeting you.

"the dream is over.
what can i say?"
(lennon)