Grey clouds…

All that surrounds is grey and buried deep
Set in the ground and all around me creeps
This will release when sometimes I will weep
‘Twill keep me down and mock me if I leap

And I am bound to doubt and down defeat
All comes around the same and I’m left beat
Weak at the knees it’s hard to keep my feet
My needs are meek my means are all but bleak

Wound to the ground I cannot keep the heat
If wired to the sounds ‘twould keep me sweet
My eyes are down my ground it doth deplete
So I am grounded firmly to my seat

What would it take to make me more complete
Or should I just accept were not elite…


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