The rainbow in my eyes is losing vigor,
and I need this sleep remedy to be whole.
These fireworks need to burst full fledge,
and alleviate from the weekly solemn state.
Because I am akin to a melancholic drone,
I need to break from this reoccuring dismal.
The music and surrounding smiles always help,
no more of this whirring, depressive chatter.
Life was once full of iridescent possibilities,
now the path taken has become bleak and languid.
And all I can do is find light and be lulled -
to escape this dreary crevasse once and for all.

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I thought of this while listening to M83's "We Own The Sky" it's amazing how hearing other songs can just let the words flow. I shouldn't have to define this piece, I think it speaks for itself.