Discombobulating eerie day  
left me asking on some matter.  
Like how the unreachable sky is so gray  
even if the day is really a flatter.  
  
Far-stretched lines I drew  
in a fine piece of silky flat.  
I smell the essence of tingling blue  
creeping on the edges where I sat.  
  
Far-flung hopes he seek  
with different approach and time.  
Ended well in a mountain peak  
gushing he came to be, he waited to climb.  
  
Discombobulating ambiance  
in the room somehow disturbs.  
Prepares the writer into dalliance  
so he forgotten all the verbs.