The shades gently sway,
keeping in step with the trees
I wish the breeze would take me with it
Optimism overshadowed by doubt
Worries steeped in fear and loathing
I wonder when the skies will clear
and let the sun wash that all away
Slowly, routine drives me from bed to door
I see the day painted on the faces I pass
Long and solemn, with nary a "Hello"
Not one to stand out, I follow in stride
As I navigate through this sea of neutrality
One can sense the underlying hope,
that on better days would beam blue
Driving us to tolerate this day of grey
... To be continued
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