Shadows across the room
Beckon me to follow,
Desires that went up in a gloom
And, were long consigned to the gallows.
Years go by, and, desires get threshed,
But, persistence insists on keeping them refreshed.
In one way or another, the refrains remain
Much like these never-ending showers of rain.
Suddenly, half a rainbow
Breaks through the drizzling rain,
Clearing up the cloud burst,
And, I feel like shining forth again.
Come rain, or, come shine
One thing stays true.
Things do change,
But, only if you want them to.