A grey cloud follows my every move
Almost as if I have something to prove
I try to run, these ropes become undone
I try to hide, until I realize in a different place they are tied
I trip over my own two feet
Middle of the street
Across the concrete
All I ever feel is defeat
Now these rain drops, refuse to stop
As soon as I’m on my way back to the top
This roller coaster called “life” takes me on another drop
-Destiny Fochtman