A blanket of grey,
Heralds my day,
But I don’t despair.
Resigned to my chair.
I always find ease,
No desire to seize,
A different position,
No hard decision.
On dismal days,
I am found in a haze.
Lost in my mind,
An imaginative bind.
That takes me away,
Despite, static I lay.
To anywhere I choose,
With nothing to loose.
