If only it was raining these puddles would be justified
Murky, moist, mook, muddy n magnifiscently tied...into the precipabut,
the occasion is clearly clear, not a cloud aboundin thus...
I'm jumpin in what? Pseudo...faux... not the natural no.. nope.
Not the same....scent never came n clouds never darkened.
Just a puddle full o' almost, splashin in should-haves, feet drenched in could-haves. Threw this raincoat on 2 protect me from what I'm runnin from...
Runnin laps around potential... Skydiving into essential... opportunities... Solely 2 please the motivated side of me.
See he, is always walkin in rain and he never gets wet, is never heavy or drenched, never suggests 2 go left... The Best of Me just trudges thru it... The Rest of Me be like "eww don't do it".
The Rest waits for the sun to come before he runs...
He's contantly full of motivation but the motivation he's full of is easily flushed with rain... So essentially... He's full of sh*t.
Overcoming should-haves and couldas is only half the battle.
Premature elation leaves him empty most times like a short-comer. Full of pride like a lustful lover...like safe sexin it, doin it he's 97% sure of it. But "it" aint sh*t unless ur movin it.
The daydreaming Rest of Me dreams confidently but is dreaming none the less...
The Best of Me runs thru the rain, sees these puddles and justifies the pain...
Rather be heavy-laden, drenched and running then day-dreamin and constantly short-comin.
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