My mistake.

So far away he lived
I can`t remember!
My sins were drift away
He soon opened his hands.

A long, thick yellow fog
So he wondered...
What am I doing wrong?
The answer came
When he looked around.
It was day!
Another long, boring sunny day.

I wish it rained;
it`s a sinful air
Covered with so much purity.

The white and purple flowers
Are thinking to go...
Swim in the water.

Above the sky...
He`s thinking to take a vacation
But the lather is too short.
Aren`t any buses today?
Or maybe tomorrow?