When it's Grey

I’m glowing for one thing
Then I’m snuffed for an other
Keep casually rebuking
The true fears that bother;
I sing for a new day
But afraid of the future,
I can’t stand the present
But I just want to stay.
It’s easier then facing other days.

I’m high on ideas
But I cry when I find them.
My thoughts are not free
For consequences do bind when
I ponder a new day,
Something that could happen,
But it never was planned
So I just want to stay.
It’s easier then facing other days

I’ll hide in my papers
Till the feelings are gone.
I’ll blare all the music,
I’ll say that I’m to sick.
Won’t listen no more
To a voice that is wrong.
I’ll blare all the music.
It’s true that the problem is mine,
But still I pretend that it will go…
By Zoola