#2548-Transformations
Dark,
Overcast days,
Are nevermore troubling,
Or sad.
Like strangers,
Passing me by,
They quietly drift away,
To distant lands,
Where my thoughts,
Often traveled,
In search of distraction,
From a troubled mind.
Dark,
Overcast days,
Are nevermore troubling,
Or sad.
Like strangers,
Passing me by,
They quietly drift away,
To distant lands,
Where my thoughts,
Often traveled,
In search of distraction,
From a troubled mind.