so much room

thoughts flow like rain over my head

no sight of a cover to protect from the mist

give myself enough of a chance to run for cover

much like a baseball glove where the balls hits my hand

doors and the sore of a moment of pain is too much to take

where are the closers and why can't the door close without

a knob again?

oh to fully question the range and region and left to create

a plan