• I woke up this morning,
    And I headed for the door,
    Ready to greet the world,
    With open arms,
    Ready to start my day anew.
    But as I stood out in the open air,
    A cold and bitter wind chilled me to the bone,
    To the soul,
    I looked to the sky,
    Found it gray and lifeless,
    The ground,
    Once a vibrant sage,
    Was now faded to a dull black nothingness,
    And where the flowers once stood,
    Staring up at they sky,
    Their vivid colors shouting for attention,
    Sat little green-eyed monsters,
    Who spoke silver tongued lies to me,
    Through their sinister, sharp-toothed smiles.
    They beckoned me to come sit amongst them,
    "It's such a beautiful day," they whispered.
    And I,
    Scared for my life,
    Backed into my house,
    Out of this surreal hell,
    And said to myself,
    "Perhaps another day."
    And that day became a week,
    A month,
    A year,
    TIme became inmeasurable,
    Days slurred together,
    And the world stayed dark and morbid,
    And as I sat alone in this safe box I call my home,
    I began to wonder,
    Is the world really so dark,
    Or am I just seeing it out of wayward eyes?