Back to grey
It’s a grey day at the office again today
Sit up straight
No one’s looking
I close my eyes…
An explosion of color
Daydreaming at it’s finest
Birds in the sky
The bluest blue of a sky
The puff of clouds
What do you see? A dog? A ship?
Imagination stirring
Here comes the wind
Bringing life to the trees, the grass, the leaves
Don’t forget the sun
That light, that radiant light
Slowly meeting the horizon
Its dusk
Work is done
And it’s okay to sink
Sink into the colors
There’s a sound
Light and sweet
It’s not stopping
A clock that’s ticking?
A horse that’s walking?
A constant tapping
It’s lost its sweetness
Go away
This is my daydream
Where’s the wind, the clouds, the dancing leaves?
A sigh
I open my eyes
A shoe goes up and down, up and down
Tap, tap
I give my best apologetic face
And the shoes walk away
Back to work
Back to grey
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