Rain in the Desert

I’m feeling you, are you there?
I’m missing you, do you care?
I’m thinking of you, it’s not fair!
I’m dreaming of you, I just stare.

Why do I feel like a child throwing a fit?
Why do I stand when I know I must sit?
Why do I play with a hard ball and no mitt?
Why do I want what I know I can’t get.

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Mar02

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