They say when it rains it pours and where there’s thunder, there’s a storm.
So be thankful for the power and courage to return to the norm.
Forever second-guessing and my mind was always torn,
seemingly lost like in October’s adventure through a maze of corn.
Asking: what is the purpose? What for? Why was I born?
Private thoughts exposed, shining lights on me lorn.
His face then beamed through and he sworn,
That the clouds were claiming my old ways. I mourned.