Have you felt the Rain?

When the world is forcing,

Its rules on you.

Do you feel stifled?

Do you still feel like you?

When the burdens of the daily,

Weigh heavy on your blades.

And every little order,

Feels like a million dirty plates.

When office correspondence,

Takes over your peace of mind.

And interrupts your flow,

Killing inspiration that you may never find.

You slave your years away

For the Masters who made pyramids.

Off of the laborers' sweat.

And forced them to row the rapids.

One day will come.

When you will break the chains.

When all burden will die.

And you will dance in the rain.