Grey clouds cover the sky
Bearing hints and rumor
But offer no evidence of
Treachery or tragedy
Impaled by the stark contrast
Between the fearful cries of crows
And the better dispositions and grace
Of my own "oh-so-human after all" heart
I turn the engine on
Fight the tide
And decide to push further
Into this abysmal day
And the sunshine in my heart
Hope can sustain a man
When all reason and wit abandon