Basement Room
I think it's raining from my basement room.
But basements are made for faraway ears,
and rain dries up so quickly.
I still think it was rain.
I think a wind is blowing up above,
but wind is such a meaningless thing,
invisible and always gone.
I still think it was wind.
I think I'm up there in the wind and rain.
But dreaming is always done in bed,
and so many winds and rains are dreams.
I still think it was me.
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