The seasons change
And im old and grey and clouded
Grown great in my insignificance
I wish I had a star’s bravery
The light of a billion billion others
And yet stubbornly to shine
As though it makes a difference
The atmosphere is deep today
Heavy like the blood slugging to my brain
But I’ll wait through the deluge
For the greys to be rinsed away
By future rainbows.
Heavy like the blood slugging to my brain
But I’ll wait through the deluge
For the greys to be rinsed away
By future rainbows.
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