Grey skies, grey clouds, grey streets,
I wake up with glass beneath my feet.
Grouchily, I crawl out of bed,
I don’t bother, fixing the hair on my head.
Last night was a bad night,
It feels as if, I came from a fight.
As I move each foot down the stairs,
From the first step to the last.
I take one out, from my pack of squares,
And let the flavor brast.
Stepped into the kitchen,
I grab a mug.
All while my mind is bitchin’,
“God, I need a hug”.
Like the crushed coffee grounds,
I feel muddled.
My breathe has been drowned,
My ocean is a puddle.
The day had just begun,
The sun had just come out.
But it seems there won’t be fun,
This, I do not doubt.
Outside, both misty and bleak,
Not a single soul out there,
Not one on the street.
But as the old saying goes,
You can’t have good without bad.
For our bad, is someone’s rose,
And for that, we should be glad.
Somber morning it is today,
Or at least so we think.
The color in our head is grey,
But that is not in ink.
Our feelings are up to us,
It’s all in our heads.
We shouldn’t make a fuss,
While we still have our beds.
Eventually the rain will stop,
Things will be okay.
You're gonna feel on top,
Hopefully tomorrow, if not today.
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