Cloudy Day

I get up with late thoughts of reinvention
And shades of rain running through my skin
As I pick little drops of me from the ground
Waking up slowly from little sliced dreams

I march on through tough cement walls
Among many tough cold cement prayers
It overlays the frazzle, but it's always there
In an old-fashioned showcase with dull glare

I'm where I want to be
And no joy wields me
No mercy I shall obey
Anyway, it's just a cloudy day

I wave at the demur and cards left behind
And the puzzle I've scrambled myself
The promise on the shelf is arid in it's den
It never asked to be handled and ruined then

I'm halfway to somewhere
In an out time carnival fair
I never knew it was too late
Anyway, it's still a cloudy day