take a trip into the rain
bare in the cold and warm in intention
looked to the left-behind and was impressed

there was a silent current over my words
quiet and opaque enough to make it seem, alright
something lingered there, that's different now
a geometric mind pattern gone soft
and in a line of the best dressed
i stand, apparently, as bare as any leaf-less tree
so i'm sure it is as obvious to you, as me

i've gained more than i've lost
and what's lost has only been transformed
different in theory, same in name
colors become gradients
many shades, the idea of grey
i could never pick just one
and here, a spectrum, and i choose it all