As the rain drops fall on the puddles of my lazing mind,
their ripples testing the boundaries that crumble and cave in,
thoughts meander like the rivulets that seem to unwind,
searching and seeking asylum, a cave where no one's been.
The shadows chasing away the feeble light the lamps reflect,
an inky darkness that seems to absorb any attempt at casting clarity,
as the mind wanders on the border where sleep and waking intersect,
capturing each stray thought in the placid pool for posterity.
