Sitting by the window as the sun hides behind the clouds
I noticed the sky had dirt marks all over it
Maybe because the lens through which I saw it had spots of dirt
I attempt to sing along with the musician singing in the background
Whilst singing I imagined myself to be surrounded by circumstances of happiness
The formation of that imagination took place in a mind covered with despair
A thick layer of despair
The happy imagination acted as a balancing tool for bad luck
A fantasy it was.