You’re riding from dark clouds.
They’re passing over you
But the storm approaches
Whichever way you go
Lost thoughts from yesterday
Up in the wind away
Words you no longer say
Mindset stuck in clay
The light fades ever so fast
No longer having a blast
Your rod is poorly cast
A ship sailing at half mast
This uncertainty casts shadows
All along its pathways
Flashing light with no chance to see
This day is the way it’s going to be
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