Rain

Lyrics: Wheels keep a conversation no one started. The season has already begun to lie. What hangs on the branch darkens before it falls. Something is coming to gather you the way the ground gathers what is dropped and never asks if it was finished. After the last color leaves the air. After the day-glow settles like a cheap blessing. A bottle. Then a sound that is not water. It will take you to the dream you already knew you were going to do. Wait for the rain. It is not coming to clean anything. It is coming to show you the ruts you have been calling a way. The fields know you before you speak. What lies in the grass looks like fruit until you stay long enough. The house at the end of the mile keeps a light for no one. Nothing barks. It only watches the place the dust used to be. You can keep going. The map folds the same way every time. Every turn is a courtesy the land extends before it takes the courtesy back. Wait for the rain. When it arrives, it will sound like applause from a room that emptied years ago. The road does not fork. It only pretends, then folds you into the same wet dark and calls it home. And the road leads to nowhere. It always did. You were the only one who needed it to be going somewhere.