And so on the shortest longest mediocre awesome day

in which the colors vibrant swirl around myself

The tired that I feel have felt is now

the only thing that's surely sure around

And floating about on a floaty cloud

makes no sound

but the sweet reverberations of old peace in my new ears

And as the floating ensues so does the down

the down it begins

the down

down

down

like the inside of a pillow

soft

yet poking at odd intervals

and making sneezes

allergic is the cloud

to the down

and so as cloud with cloud is raining rain and clouds become one cloud the same

the bird flies by and does not say

what is the cause of all this rain

But flies along

floating

grey

and numbness instigates the inkling of a dull beginning to a never end

and the soundtrack of it all

ironically portrays

a daydream waterfall

cascading to the days 

and days

and days

and days.

Days of days of days are much too long to never say

So fly away