I dip my pen into the inkwell that is my mind.
Hoping that I might find some consolation in this night,
A symphony pours out of me
To the tune of the rain,
The pitter-patter of renewal,
Like the prayers of the born again.
Preaching to the congregation
Of me, myself and time.
The sort of allegory you can only realize with eyes and hearts wide.
Step out of your caves, into a new world unseen.
Like a blind man being healed to view the son.
Find the peace for your nightmares,
You know hard work makes the dreams.
Though the thunder rolls you've got titanium in your veins.
We're in the fourth season now, things are coming to a close.
But nothing is ever fully complete until David plays that final note.
Hallelujah!
