On a Gray Day

drifting away

On a cold day

surrounded by gray

visions cross my mind

somewhere in time

I see

the blue sea

so much hope

I am no longer at the end of my rope

Should I dismiss

imagined bliss?

Prove this isn’t real

What’s the deal?

Time is in short supply

remarkable how the days fly

Reality slams

life’s demands

until my mind takes me away

on another day