Stuck under a cloud,
I go about my days,
trying to find,
the non-existent rays.
In a world where sadness
is thought of as weak,
as I am driven to madness,
help I simply cannot seek.
It’s seems as though,
I have nowhere to go,
in my line of work,
your taught to just let it go.
So I stow it away,
deep in my heart,
but now it is back,
worse than the start.
So here I am again,
stuck under this cloud,
spending my days,
trying to find..
those non-existent rays
Jun 21, 2020
Jun 21, 2020 at 2:53 PM UTC
Stuck under a cloud,
I go about my days,
trying to find,
the non-existent rays.
In a world where sadness
is thought of as weak,
as I am driven to madness,
help I simply cannot seek.
It’s seems as though,
I have nowhere to go,
in my line of work,
your taught to just let it go.
So I stow it away,
deep in my heart,
but now it is back,
worse than the start.
So here I am again,
stuck under this cloud,
spending my days,
trying to find..
those non-existent rays