Is that it?

I'm out. I'm out. Hearing words like clout. Can't stop wondering what that's about. It will probably just pass, without a doubt. I think I'm happy as i scream and shout in the rain outside my house. But when i listen to the droplets that glisten, i can't resist it. Is this it? Feeling up and down, i feel like I'm flying and then hit the ground, but i can't remember which I'm doing now. Fire. Fire. The lamps are lit. But again i ask,"is that it?"