Chasing Umbrellas

New song.

If you ever get that inkling,

That you got the slow horse in this merry-go-round,

Stop.

Try not to continue the charade,

Let the actors exit the masquarade;

So far away, from nothing at all,

You're closer to the feeling than you think.

Come tell me what you're thinking,

You beautiful, silent a cappella.

Their wont;

Your haunt;

Escape route savant.

We're all standing in the rain,

Or chasing umbrellas.

And then you turn the lights on,

We throw our smiles across the room.

Who cares where you blew in from,

As long as you don't blow back soon.

"Ain't it a shame,"

They said, shaking their heads;

We make our getaway, laughing,

Into the shimmering rain.

"Speak of the devil and he doth appear",

The words reverse, but the meaning remains.

My umbrella chases the wind,

We laugh, and follow indifferent.

This pursuit of happiness encircles, entwines.

How could we ever feel the cold?

It doesn't matter if it flies further;

We could never be closer,

Chasing our umbrella of gold.

Chasing Umbrellas

Soaking Ethan..