:::poetry
I wish that I had
windshield wipers for my soul.
And when the rains fall,
I push the glossy beads aside,
And keep moving

Have you ever noticed
When your wipers break
Rainwaters covers like a sheet,
And you can still see
The road ahead?

Lacking wipers for my soul
I prefer it when it pours,
I can see the road ahead
Through the sheet of life
Smothered by the storm.
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