Rain on the West

In the days of muse breaks

We have to hang on tight...

It seems the rain won't go away.
The clouds darken our days.

The rain prolongs our nights.

But in the end,
I must seek shelter,
From this place.

It spreads.

Taking a toll I cannot pay;
Burdening if I don't.

The choice is made.

The horizon does not show a sunrise,
At least not in these shores.
At least not yet.

She bids me take my place,
So I play my chances on my own...

I know what is the best.

Play my chances,
Aiding my cause.

Sometimes...
It disappoints.