come rain or come shine

There's stuff in ourselves we don't know.

Something which we'll deny even if it exists

until will be too late to do anything about it.

We lend a habit polished as if it's a trophy,

begging for the approval of others, and

withal, nobody has any clue where we are,

how near or how far, which's the truth or

the delusion, how's the look in our eyes

when what we are seeking for it hides

right where we'd never think to search for

if someone wouldn't appear, miraculously,

to whisper its magic and encouraging call, —

“i come rain or come shine… come with me,

(come…), (shine on, you… crazy diamond).”