pt I

This is only the first part, because it's not the way the story ends. 

While

time is a cycle of

day in,

day

up-down

(swing, swing pendulum)

turn around

and 

BAM! [she's out again]

not who (maybe)

they thought,

'cause it was

pouring

rain (the kind that never really

stops) and

kills

your tired

head

in the

imploding, exploding

(race to un-decide)

god,

please.

make up your mind.

[I am dying in the eyes]