Cloudy grey skies
Hardly any blue
Rain storms around the bend
And all that I can do
Is sit at home with nothing
Worth while on TV
Those programs never meant much
All based on negativity
And the cold gloomy air
Had started to get my mind
And the uncontrolled wind
Was pointlessly easy to find
Not a bird in the sky
They wouldn't dare take the chance
To grapple with mother nature
In a swirl of overcast romance
As I watch the world unfold
Like a graphic horror tale
And the horrifying noise
Like chalkboard scraped by nail
But to all of this mess
The world took a backseat
To the thoughts I had produced
And I felt I had drifted off my feet

Love is impossible to set in words
That's why we all use metaphors
And love is a hot air balloon
Once it takes off it's gone
But once popped then you're done
So don't aim to the sky with just anyone

 
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