The greyness will not go From my mind, from the world A dome of haze surrounds this troubled town Dense, thick, ****** into the ground and out to the sky From my soul, from the world I'm not so far from sitting with the wild eyed vagrant Watching all hope walk away From my heart, from the world A cruel twist of fate this is- when it began Troubles came from a solution From my pocket, from the world Thanks to inefficiency, from the privileged I have no food coming From my hand, from the world Dreams of warmth and meagre luxuries Seem so distant, so impossible From my head, from the world If I can't survive this month on air I shall go from my home To the street, to the world.