Flying by yesterday

As I dwelled across the open plane,

time can tell from time again.

It's easy. Yeah... its easy.

Walking through the pouring rain,

Just trying to find that place again.

It’s easy… no,no… its easy.

Weaving in and out out of clouds

So, each and every time I am safe and ground.

It's easy. Oh yes... its easy.

Flying by the yesterday,

going to a different place

[guitar solo]

The open plane fades again,

and casts shadows of colors upon them

The clouds wash away all the pain

But the pain comes back and stains the rain.

-Richard Rhem 2014