Slowly shuffling back and forth,
Wandering stiffly through the hall,
Trying not to feel,
A dark gray blanket smothers the world,
Starving the sky of sun with such ease.
S l o w i n g t o a stop.
I stare through the tall, clear pane,
And imagine drifting off into the sky,
Piercing through the gloom-filled clouds,
Into the bright skies above, full of peace, hope,
Somewhere were I can finally feel the joy of freedom,
No longer feel the heaviness that
Break away from the tiresome rhythm of life,
Away from the pursuit of perfection,
Away from the sorrow,
Away from the pain,