Rain King

Coffee = potential

As I start this rainy day
I feel like a lowly peasant
Far from the Rain King
My head still in the clouds
Dreams clouds far afloat
I can't seem to shake weird dreams

Sidewalks are damp with reality
Everyday in this town looks the same

Work lunch = small talk

As I fade into afternoon
I drudge like a muckraker
Far from the Rain King
My arms sway in the frigid breeze
I can't seem to make something of myself
Can't seem to shake weird dreams

In a town that never sleeps
I am restless
Everyday in this town
Drifts away like a dream