I search inside for answers
and words flow
yet still I do not know
just what to do
to make these dreams come true

while frustration breeds
the inner seeds of discontent
so I sleep to seek
the dream of bright tomorrows

even as this sorrow
brings tears that fall
in endless streams
beyond the dreams
of what might be

Must we know why
the rainclouds cry?
Could it be
they sense the need
of those who don't…?

?Michaelette?