The Curse of the Piscean

I feel your pain, I know your thoughts, I am the Rain, -an Earth-child taught.

I close my eyes, forget who I am, swimming downstream or up -it's so hard to tell..

The day turns to night, my soul entangled in the way I am, lost and I'm found, bound to the ground, some kind of duty to complete, -people to meet..

Belonging to everything and nothing, -everyone and no one, the night draws on, -long..

The search for similarity of heart, the other half broken and torn, sorrow becoming a work of Art, never completed, -The Curse of the Piscean dreamer..., Sunrise.