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On Dismal Days

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.