Through the Pouring Rain

Take another chance through the pouring rain
The trees bend but don't break, crying tears of heavens,
Lights swirl around the streets, reflecting a photograph only a memory from the past,
Her mind twisting and knotting but resolving with blanks,
A flood of dreams seeping through the alleys,
Engulfing the edges of what's left,
Bursting at the seems of a second relapse,
Time goes on. Time goes on.

Venture another mile through the scorching sun
Even though the water, still hours to pass,
If the key never was discovered and the moon never to shine...
Oh, what could have been, what could have been
Mistakes are the stains shredding the corners,
We can only try to forget, Can only try.

Regretting the death of our fantasies,
Wishing for the story tale ending to unravel,
Actions can alter the plot of what's being discerned
Confusion in words makes for beauty in art,
Let the thoughts of a day dream be scrambled for ponderous minds,
Interpretations,
Interpreting the mystery in a variety of ways changes the allusion,
What does it mean? What does it mean?