Painted Daze
Day one,
I woke up
to a "green country" sky
Four shades of gray
overhead passing by
Rumbles of thunder
echoed through the air
While flashes of lightning
struck everywhere
Man, I'm outta my mind '
cause I'm outta my meds
Dreary days feed depression
and send you to bed
But, not today,
I can ride out the storms
Paint the sky a bright blue,
paint the winds a calm warm
Day two,
I woke up
to the sound of the rain
Black were the skies,
I can do it again
A rat‑a‑tat tapping
broke in from the hail
A patter‑pat‑pat
as the leaks hit my pail
And I am outta my meds
overcoming this dread
Bite my tongue or my lip,
hold it all in instead?
Paint my house a bright pink,
nah, that color stinks!
I think I'll paint it like
a zebra with a "flirty" wink
(Ya, I will)
Day three,
I woke up
with the sun shining in,
Blinding me straight up
from bed to begin,
Pulling down all the shades
on every window
Then little by little,
let the light in slow
2007-10-30
06:34:24
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Ya, I'm outta my meds
but, refreshed in my head
No more taking a nap,
I'll make my bed instead
I'll paint on that blue sky
with a few birds passing by
And keep painting my days
from the inside.
2007-10-30
06:34:44 ·
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