Cycling Through: The Phases of You

The clouds tell me all I need to know:

How fast is too fast, how slow is too slow,

When it rains, it rains, and when it pours, it pours,

And when it pours for too long, how to open a door,

How to let the run in through unfiltered light,

And how to soften the pain when it burns too bright.

How to evolved and construct and destroy it all,

To commend the success and acknowledge the faults.

To have so much faith in the elements of you,

That each time you dissolve, you are born anew.