A dragonfly flitting in the forest
One day whispered some words in my ear
It said my life would be just great
Dont worry, said he, youre in the clear
But then things just fell apart
And times went all wrong
Why is this happening to me?
Werent things supposed to be good all along?
Why isnt my life better than this?
Are all these bad things going to be allowed?
When did my gentle morning rain
Turn into a hulking thundercloud?
I met that dragonfly again
While driving just the other day
He splattered my windshield at high speed
Thats the price for playing on lifes expressway
Although wed like to know the future
Thats something no one can ascertain
Dragonflies are said to forecast weather
But not all of them can foretell rain