Moody Blues

If a raindrop could trickle
inside your mind so fickle,
your eyes would roll
around the pole,
to give it some direction
perhaps caring love and affection,
or cool like mint,
subtle - get the hint ?
run with the little drop,
just flow dont stop,
blocked by a thought,
of the battles fought,
distanced by forks,
and the flying storks,
gliding and floating,
but still look for that fleeting feeling..