Questioning my judgement too,
Consuming the soul.
<br /> <div style=”font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; text-align: center;”><a href=”http://pendownmythought.blogspot.com/2012/01/haiku-challenge-is-back.html” imageanchor=”1″ style=”margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;”>Day 1 – February 1st – Theme: Freestyle </a></div>
This umbrella keeping in the world and out of the precipataing sky,
My hopes and dreams fly so high,
But in a crowd of umbrellas I blend in,
However the rain does not soak in.
My umbrella grows wings to carry me high,
So I can linger,
Dreaming in the sky
Easy as 1,2,3
Count on your fingers,
Count on your toes,
Count on your nose!
Your body is a big counting machine,
Full of numbers,
Full of codes,
And your little body still grows
Moisture ensues the room,
Engulfing you in watery air.
Steam, bringing the water outside of the enclose,
Wetting you indirectly.