That little sunshine took its vacation.
A rare situation stirred up the foundation.
What initially was thought to be right turned its back.
The urge to step back out of the dark is what's lack.
A tumor is living inside this mind's eye.
Malfunctioning, leaving rainfall undefined.
There's no crying over this spilt milk as suppose.
This perception however, is highly opposed.
Try as I may I can never see what's in store.
Have I not given enough in these chapters?
Was it all too little or the demand was more?

Nothing seems to worry this being.
Eyes are open but, it wasn't seeing.