Through my windowed cube I see,
the future lying in wait for me.
Through a windy rain,
in the dark of night,
I realize it's escaped my sight.

A fresh wind blows,
as droplets fall,
in to lighted puddles on the soil,
and nothing's sure on this lonely night,
and while nothing's wrong,
still nothing's right.

The sight of people avoiding the rain,
running to cars and going someplace,
I can only wonder where my place will be,
I can only wonder what's in store for me.