A Gray, Quiet Day

I face the gray morning
And wish it a gray day
So I might be contented
To listlessly while away
But I know that’s not quite right
I’ve always something to say
In silence, I become anxious
I fill each void and space
So I guess I’ll put my shoes on
Attempt a smile, come what may
And should I find a moment alone
I’ll dream about a gray, quiet day





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