The Antidote
Do colors have weight
Because this gray is weighing down on me
Do clouds carry freight
Rolling like trucks pulling loads too heavy
And the mist continues
Hanging like a perpetual wet blanket in the air
Looking over menus
But no one seems to be serving bright and fair
Just an oppressive weighted gray
Every Dawn like Groundhog Day
An Atmospheric loop at play
And the rain won’t go away
Crushed beneath the weight
Squeezing like an accordions last note
Alas, I fear my fate
A sun warmed beach, the only antidote