If only clouds didn't have this sickness
This bone curdling blanket-esque ability to drape
To melt over me and everything
I seem to say and do, day in
And day out.

If only the sun would come out, that gentle glow
That positive radiance that lets me know what I do matters
To melt the melt that's melted over me
Releasing this, what I say and do
To the light of a new day