The days are dull
Dull and dim
Floating unimpressed with tired bloodshot eyes
The nights can be better
Although they're usually aided
And medicated
And I see ghosts everywhere
People who I knew
Who I have loved and lost
Linger in my atmosphere, very present
But their presence is no longer for me
The Autumn sky was setting
Rubbing its beauty into my face
Whimsical and mystical
Blue and pink and I was gray
And I see people everyday
Stuck in their humanistic ways
One track mind set, living their lives away
And they are fine and I am gray
Written November of last year