Those days

Everything is blank sometimes
running dry on laughs and rhymes
themes like empty kind of days
grey remarks and lazy rains
everything is slow and dull
the warmth of sleep
and dreams that call
you forget you’ve woken at all


Never leave me

it seems to kill me
break my bones
but leave me breathing
is harder now
cannot move-can’t get out
here we are
can’t come down
we’ve gotten
quite used to
living in clouds.