Kidneythieves

Rain made a place
For us to swim, to play
Inopportune devotion cannot be sound
So I take my lot of a few feathers from the sky
Into a ritual and let my spirit fly
Wake up, is this a dream of a dream of a dream?
Simple pleasures
Falling feathers
Skating on this machine
Alone between my trip and me.
What is real today?
Until the dawn, away
Rain soft aura potion condemns me now