Dirty Brown Puddles

muddy waters flowing over it all
black pavement shiny, blurry now with
dirty wetness
and it stays as it is, and it is going nowhere

maybe seeing beyond an ocean
if this puddle would stream

then make me as still as brown circles

brown circles in the sky
i wait, i wait
but it is all in vain, it is always in vain
and in dreams, dreams that scatter

the very little i hold
to claim as mine
dirty puddles that they all think are washing the ground
but i know different

i was always one to see what no one else saw