I’m surfing on a raindrop

Dancing between the slots

Where the raindrops stop

I think it is the call to greatness

That aggravates me when I’m awake

And agitates me when I’m a sleep

It is the dream of being almost there, but never there

Of reaching out for something that’s just out of reach

Of running from the unknown to the unseen

Aching in the lonely places

Searching in the dark spaces

We’ve been chosen to clarify the fuzziness of the screen

To materialize dreams unseen

To touched the untouched ideas

That dangle in eternity

To transform non-experienced love into reality

The promise must balance out the impossibility

So I surf on a raindrop

Yet no one sees

The greatness of me

7 billion raindrops dressed like human beings

All agreeing what they are not seeing

But I reject this plot

And redefine my intended lot

I perform the impossible with what I got

I surf on a raindrop

And perform the impossible with what I got

I dance between the slots

Where the raindrops stop

And perform the impossible with what I got

I’m surfing on a raindrop

Albert J. Binion