What is it about the clouds
That drives our spirits down?
When they gather high above,
Why is it that you frown?
People hardly mention them
When there are just a few,
But then they all must go away
When they chase away the blue.
So what is it that makes us sigh
When skies are spread with grey?
Its bright outside, the sun does shine,
Just from behind the clouds today
But, I feel it on those silent days,
Perhaps its something in the air.
Have you been trapped as I am now?
Twixt reality and nightmare?