Rainy Days

This is a poem I started while I was debating with my dad over the phone (again) about why I don't have a normal, salaried job and why I care about things going on in the world. My family has always been very protective of me and I get it, you don't want me to fall. But what if I want to?

Not sure why it turned into a country/folk song/Asian childhood anthem...

Rainy Days

"No one stands alone.

Learn to brace the mold.

We all have to compromise, don’t romanticize your hope.

You can try your best but don't reject your place inside this world.

Save your strength for the rainy days."

Well when my tears run dry I’ll know times up,

Not a single soul who cares enough

But I cry, I  cry,

So something is still alive.

For all of my life, I’ve been told

By the ones I love the most,

“You’ll never make it to gold.

Life is unpredictable

You better settle…

We all get old.”

I will lose this fight.

Care for what is right.

I know that it’s not enough, some people have too much.

But what’s the point of giving up if we still have to live with us?

Save your strength for the rainy days…

Well when my tears run dry I’ll know times up,

Not a single soul who cares enough,

But I cry, I  cry,

Something is burning inside.

For all of my life, I’ve been told

By the ones I love the most,

“You’ll never make it to gold.

Life is unpredictable

You better settle…

We all get old.”

Use your strength for the rainy days.

(It’s raining now.)