I painted, I painted, I painted...

I painted, I painted, I painted...

Holding a job was not believable behavior at all
So I split

I never truly knew who I was
Who am I? The poor
Suspicious
Like all that time spent down by the water
Had somehow given me control over the rain
Guess I got my rainy day

Like a sorcerer's cape
The rain ripped rips the lips off the mouth of the bay

Quiet quiet quiet...

Rich Man's Folly and Poor Man's Dream
I painted