One broken string is all it took
the day is so gloomy and humid a month after June
and I couldn't be happier to tell the truth
I've had enough sunshine without any warmth
so why not isolate myself by a fire
and forget the world outside
a world well on the way to passing me by
I peek out the window to see the gray sky
and watch as it washes the color out of trees and mountains
there's a purity in white light permeating my bedroom
not tainted by red sunsets or blue skies
how can I not find solace in a scene so depressing
no laughter in the water or bicycle chains clicking
I hear nothing but the gentle breeze through the dreary trees
and my own sad satisfaction
Oh, how I wish the clouds would clear!
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