I awoke to Grey skies. That all day Gray.
Blissful stupor, dreamland trance, please never leave.
Kind, sweet nothings, I’ll follow these tall plays
Fill me, take me to the world of naive.

Notes build inside, longing for liberation.
The words are stolen, locked up, quelled
Bitter, sorrow filled, happiness. Infatuation?
No, doubt not, I loved. But feelings dispel

Will I always yearn, for a flirtation
Will I always yearn, O deep magic spell,
For sweet words, kisses? O blankly staring,

Stupid ceiling, stupid allegations
From my dark depths, close voices do compel
Begone, stray…For now, good dear, stop sharing.