Staining Ways

Sitting in this rainy day, the dye of "my staining ways",
Running down my mind, a fading plague,
Abating my moral, sedating the very stage this life is played,
Still I search, in such an aiding way, when the wind blows, the sun shines,
It’s my saving grace, yet I look and see nothing changing in this place,
All I hear is blaming, people naming, staining the very way,
I try, but all that’s remaining, is this pain of a burning flame,
This world is always turning, we go through phases every day,
It’s just amazing what people saying, it drives me crazy and insane,
But who is to blame, when I’m at fault or have the will to make a change,
we are either victims or players in this game we playing,
Either way we decide when we go or when we stay,
I find myself enlightened in my mental state,

Empty thoughts never let me talk, dry emotions less they be forced
Is, is, I need no outline in chalk, I am the path chosen to walk
Understand and find what is sought, once found, to do with is thought
I fear in truth you lay lost and in that you pay costs
Some winters are warm yet the grass stays frost
as the pain stays strong, you remain lost
Seeing is worthless if feeling is tossed, I’d be blind to not see forth
A student of life, as such one must be taught,
As the world passes by I simply stay my thoughts
Its pointless to fret all one need is to fly with the hawks
Looking to the skies for answers not
Its in the talons that the truth stay soft