I pull myself away
When i am attracted to the surface
Of event interpretation.
The visible tells a simplified picture
My mind and heart want to believe.
Investigative analysis and questioning
Come from my science core
That deep inside
January drives me to the unheard truth.
I am grounded by the drops
Of this rain with no reason
And purpose.
It is regular, yet unexpected and comfortable
Like a familiar face
that left long time ago
And is now back to wake you up.
Free Reasons and reassurance
In such a lost reality is sometimes found
Surprisingly in the horoscope.
With no intention of giving it value,
I find myself lulled by its promise
Of stability and periodicity.
What is a hard for me to interpret
Finds a silly explanation
And the atmosphere gets lighter.
