The inevitable happened.
Rising of the sun from the darkness of the night.
The sequence of events so rapidly occurring.
One day with rain, and the next with a blinding light.
Am I the only one that sees them?
Is it my imagination that brings me to a place of solitude?
Or is this all really happening?
This all looks familiar.
But wait, I predicted the out come.
No one believed me. Let it happen.
That's what I did. I'm back to being right.
Maybe is me.
The way I am, the way I look, the way I present myself.
Maybe not
Too many signs, not wanting them to be seen though.
Close my eyes and try to go back to before it happened.
Slowly releasing the grip of my eyelids but my scenery is the same.
The inevitable didn't happen, the avoidable did...
