Rain splashes down,mingling with tearsand blurring reality.I feel detached, buried beneath theremains of bad decisions.Disorder and distressnow the great clarioncall, I wear wearinesslike a wet cloak. I amsoaked to the core,shaky, weak, and tired. I learn to fly, soaring high above failure, somewhere over the horizon,far from from the stench of broken dreams and pathetic …