Recording my voice in the rain

I walked through their etiquette corridor.
breaking the knees of the wardens.
Their well kept perfect looking women.
Their respectable conforming men.

Not one of them helped me.
They didn't want my words or stories.
I needed to exit the insane asylum.
So I took the back window and jumped four meters into the heavy rain.

Alone I walked through small houses of the nearby neighborhood.
Finding myself in water up to my knees.
Angry has beens leaned out of their windows.
Throwing casette tapes at me and telling me to record the rain.

I looked down into the clear water that was slowly rising.
I could see my infancy, the first years of myself.
The rain didn't stop so I took out a tape recorder.
Threw in an unmarked casette and listened to my own voice playing back from the future.