Sky, hear me,
Take on board my shouts,
Of rage and anger,
At your never ending greyscale,
As you effortlessly misportray my heart,
Which glows in its cage in my chest.

Sun, warm me,
On this day at least,
When it would be so fitting,
To see you smile upon the ground,
And touch the grass,
With your nurturing hands.

Clouds, release me,
From your misjudged prison,
Where I cannot help but sing out,
And dream of freedom,
Which I know will find me,
One day.

Ground, support me,
Do not cause me to fall,
For I will hit you so much harder from these heights of joy,
If you cannot keep me upright,
I will rest on your back,
And look up at an imagined blue.

An imagined blue...
Such a shame,
That on a day like this,
The world cannot manage to smile with me.