I'll be ready to rain

Logic slowly dripping from your feet as you step from the pool.
Logic slowly eating at the stones of your life in this world.
I don't decide the answers, just follow this slope down.
This bloody world will take me to the sea where nobody can find what's left of me.
Logic falling from atop the cliff; scattered everywhere then recollected with so much lost.
If I rise without a care I guess, eventually, I'll be air.