Every day is the same
The skies seem grey and pale
And my heart is caving in
Of the intensity in the air
The wind directs my hair
Each one in a different way
The trees look awkward
As they too lose their hair
Every day is the same
The heart is grey and pale
The earth is no longer safe
I try to reach the concrete
And the warm wooden floors
Every day is the same
The ceiling looks down upon me
Ignorantly
This stranger is still around
I can't get him to leave
The trees now look comfortable
With their dullness
Covered with bliss
And sensing their hair will grow back
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