Dreary days flutter through my mind
Not warm, but not frigid
The tips of my ears cold
My cheeks a little flushed
One step after another
My body feels colder
Yet my heart beats
Like my steps
One after another one
Ignore all adversary
Days like these remind me
Of times like these
Automated moments
Easily repeated actions
Breathing in and out
When I wanted to scream instead
Slow to start, First to finish last
Time is on the other team
Ticking away seamlessly
Dreary days come and go
Without reason or rhyme
Yet they leave footprints
On my pitiful mind...
My cheek flushed
The tips of my ears cold
Not warm, but not frigid
A small glance into my dreary soul.
