Verona

Maybe its not in our gift, even on holidays, to exist without a cliff, rub a stone wonder how, as if we have to hesitate, before any bit of wow, we don't mind being different, say it's not our place, making a life to shift, or our singing in the shower, then step out to gaze, long into the yellow hours, when its time to give, do i need the rain, to always show you love, is this how we live, knowing not what to say, praying it's enough, we can change our ways ?