Falling

My life is not a vase of flowers,
My life cant seem to get on the right track
I see the light but and unexplainable source pulls me back

Everyday i picture the sky blue as the deep blue
but realistically its gray as the big gray
like i said the sky is gray the Grass is gray

The houses are gray Everything, Anything GRAY
It rains everywhere i go Drip,Drip,Drip is all i hear
Soon it becomes a hot rock song to my ears.

I see myself falling
falling and not landing
falling with no cares

Floating, Falling is where i want to be
eternally,
Falling with no cares