This morning the alarm clock just whispered to me in my dreams. Softly calling to me through grey scale beams.
I did not stir. That this day already be over with, I did prefer.
The sun is black and I can not find the hope. I try my hardest to reach it, but I can not grasp the rope.
Earthbound I remain, drowning in this rain.
I just need a bright shiny gleam to light my way- but I suppose I must first forgive the day.
I just need to know a promise can be kept... tears of joy can be wept.
I need to smile ear to ear. I need to be bold and show no fear.
But the clouds cover my courage and douse my bravado. My internal fire as cold as a snow capped peak in high Colorado.
The thorns poke and prod... my defenses lay on the ground in a pathetic wad.
The air is thick and stale, but the winds they whip and wail.
Everything I do and everything I try, crashes right before me and I think I could just cry.
How do I rise above? How do I push when it comes to shove?
How do I succeed when I've only known the fail? How do I not loose myself when everything is for sale?
How do I look ahead when the sky is burning red? How do I see the beauty of the light when I've lost my sight?
I suppose there is only one way... I suppose I should just forgive the day.
Let it go and let it ride...let it sail away on rolling tide.
Then, washed out at sea, it will forever be.... just another bad day wasted on me.