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Overcast
1 ReviewsThe tone of life is comparable to the sky--often cloudy. But is that really a bad thing?
Cloudy skies smile down at me
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.
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.
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