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The tone of life is comparable to the sky--often cloudy. But is that really a bad thing?
Gray as far as eye can see
Subtle hues where bright should be
And I am quite content.
For I am used to darker days
Nightfall living, like a maze
Fearing all the many ways
That I could know resent
And often I've seen brighter skies
That blind my heart and burn my eyes
Sweet joy composed of hollow lies
My hope not heaven sent.
I much enjoy this overcast
With hopes and fears that both will last
For weather changes much too fast
And time does not relent.