When my tears stop falling

I've been feeling sad, sad, sad... for a reason to my tiny world unknown. I can touch a bunch of words stuck in my chest with the palm of my hand, but I can't make them my own. I'm cold and my clouds rise up grey; some message lost in space and time, awareness that puzzles aren't yet to be right... my reckless, selfless self bears no glaze. You see, there's no one here but me, blurred eyes wandering through the haze, heart in a maze, head in a daze for a life to be... The wind might say something stronger than my now and then... or it might be just me, running barefoot in the rain, thinking that I ought to do something else when my tears stop falling.