Puddle
I'm viewing my reflection so boldly
How futile it feels when you can't conquer your fears, and your purpose is leading to wander
All I'm seeing is the potential in my folly
I'm tricking myself into my own illusions
Those wandering eyes with the teeth of a dog
I've heard it before, there isn't a cure
Except in the light of a rainbow
On a whim so undisturbed that it cried out from the rain and infinity to find you