Raindrops

How isolated and peculiar these raindrops are?

They are never still,

Always unsteady and always on a move.

Are people like that, I startled.

Am I like that?

Do I prevail like a raindrop, fall and swirled?

Will, I ever allow people to obstruct me up?

Will, I ever allow them to confine my walls?

So that I drizzle where they want.

Or will I make sure to fall freely?

To carry my hopes and dreams,

While carrying my way through the leaves

And dampening the field of my own, I wondered.