Typical days I don't miss,
I wait for a single second that feels new,
Maybe the crowds just have not noticed,
The weather that controls you,
Left without a way to cover my head,
Not to forget their are holes by my feet,
Walking without looking ahead,
All I can see is the side of the street,
Everyone has to be in a rush,
When they get caught by the shower,
Clouds darken the grass so it doesn't look lush,
And barely a color is seen on a flower,
Grey days I refer to them as,
Good to still smile and ignore the bad.
