Raindrops on the glass

Have you ever watched the raindrops, 
When they hit the window pane?
Perfect free fall interupted,
Invisible wall stops it. Maims.

Entire, perfect globule,
A drift in your baseless goal,
Ceasing your direction,
A blunt and merciless soul.

Invisible walls detract us,
They build into mazes of lies.
Unseen they push and beguile us,
Into reversing our course at times.

Such cru-elty possesses the fates,
That they recklessly ruin our lives,
Before we've even screamed our arrival,
They have mapped before them, our demise.

Be it little deaths of small mercies.
Be it gargantuan humourless tacts.
They are terrible in their morals.
They are ruthless inforcing their facts.

Though a cliche it sounds, on the surface.
Two hearts separated by merest miles.
Worlds apart, in circumstance, they reside in.
Unbounded love spills the tears 'neath the smiles.

Many of us there are, in the ether.
To many to count, were I had time and space.
So I mourn every raindrop expired.
As it's course is destroyed by the pane.