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