Thoughts unbroken,
things left unsaid.
Memories of memories
   like the dead inside my head.
Floating freely across the plain,
twisting slowly down the drain.

Where do they go?
I don't know.
Maybe to the plant,
maybe to the river.
Maybe they go nowhere
   but everyone is somewhere...

Rolling thunder,
never heard my cry.
Flashes of lightning
   blowing by and by.
They light the way
   and color the sky
   even though I am blinded by the rain.