Weather

Maybe I should
write because
I said
I would.

I don't know
weather I
can handle
the weather.

It rains today
It rains tomorrow
fucking suits
the gray scale
of downtown
Auckland.

I told you
I would
write because
I thought
I would.

Ideas come and go
like the traffic
they leave
only smoke.

Trams and dolls
take away the
sure thing
the only thing.

I knew
I would
write because
I can't help it
But does it help me?

Where ever the
fuck I go
I don't know
If I can
weather the
weather.

It was simple
no
(it wasn't)
now I see that
simplicity is only
an ideal.

Look at this
I can write
but
weather or not
to face the
weather.

That is the question.