i save my rhymes for rainy day when i'll run out of metaphors to call my pain a name or maybe if I'm lucky i'll run out of pain to call my self poet and sane, both in the same breath

i save my rhymes for rainy day when i'll run out of metaphors to call my pain a name or maybe if I'm lucky i'll run out of pain to call my self poet and sane, both in the same breath