Ribmeat Of The Family Tree

Climatose

8-2-05

Dreams like us and all that we want
become weather.
We're not meteorologists,
attempting to predict what happens in life
based on what
the weather may or may not do.
Even if our moods shift as so.
I want to be seen as something,
one thing
holding many sides
revered by all in the way
we count on precipitation.
Not stuck to like a hailstorm.
A sunny day is a sunny day;
a person is a person
and not a trait held to an instance.
Are we lost in concepts
when we should be making direction?
Am I the big stormcloud or the sun?
Don't put that kind of faith in me,
please...
walk taller in the climate you choose to be;
live in the climate I permeate
and be prepared
with umbrellas and understanding.
We all emit.
What emotes is what we become.
Emotion is the weather that becomes us all.