Mirror Mirror.
Gaeity rears it's ugly head today (though it did not come in its usual form)
A semblance of that tired feeling when you just can't laugh anymore.
Haha! The sky is dead and full of gray. There will be no more yellowy crystal
orbs to light your way.
There will be no death to come straight for you (with all the sincerity of a child at a circus)
No, today we sleep. It is a comfort not usually
enjoyed.
Yet somehow, this time, it gives rest to weary eyes and permits the usual excitement and hustle and bustle to take a day
off.
We aren't any different today, but we are outside.
That spiteful, mournful, soulful sky is ours. And we reflect it.
O! Blue skies, how hopeful you can be.
But ah, grey skies of majesty you are so loyal and definite and indescribably
there.
We welcome you to calm our hearts.
No one needs that old fool blue anyway.
A semblance of that tired feeling when you just can't laugh anymore.
Haha! The sky is dead and full of gray. There will be no more yellowy crystal
orbs to light your way.
There will be no death to come straight for you (with all the sincerity of a child at a circus)
No, today we sleep. It is a comfort not usually
enjoyed.
Yet somehow, this time, it gives rest to weary eyes and permits the usual excitement and hustle and bustle to take a day
off.
We aren't any different today, but we are outside.
That spiteful, mournful, soulful sky is ours. And we reflect it.
O! Blue skies, how hopeful you can be.
But ah, grey skies of majesty you are so loyal and definite and indescribably
there.
We welcome you to calm our hearts.
No one needs that old fool blue anyway.