Outside

If the lost souls of tomorrow,
Were to come and collect our sorrow.

If you were to live in a dream,
Would you ever wake up and think of me.

I look out the window and its raining,
Opening my eyes I watch the sky draining.

I feel lost in whatever I try to do,
I need to be found by someone like you.

Hold my hand and show me where to go,
And which way my energy should flow.

Failure lurks in the dark,
Past me the wind blows to the park.

The ominous clouds are searching,
For the only dry place still lurking.

Discouragement settles,
Watching the ground as the rain meddles.

There is no excuse, no reason,
It is this way because of the season.

Being inside is a familiar ride,
To find the dream that causes me to go outside.

Drew Skiles Hubbard
02/12/03