Grey skies are okay
They don't expect me to shine
Don't need to go out my way
To tell people "I'm fine"
Everyone waits for the sun
But the grey skies understand
That some days, getting up
Is already more than I planned
The clouds don't ask me to "try harder"
Or tell me "this too shall pass"
Though they seem to get darker
As I let time crawl past
If nothing gets better,
If this is all I can do,
At least the sky won’t ask me
To be more than I’m able to.
Jan 23
Jan 23, 2026 at 5:39 AM UTC
Grey skies are okay
They don't expect me to shine
Don't need to go out my way
To tell people "I'm fine"
Everyone waits for the sun
But the grey skies understand
That some days, getting up
Is already more than I planned
The clouds don't ask me to "try harder"
Or tell me "this too shall pass"
Though they seem to get darker
As I let time crawl past
If nothing gets better,
If this is all I can do,
At least the sky won’t ask me
To be more than I’m able to.
