The day began bleak, grey skies
The concrete eyesores break me down
I apologise but this is my city
It’s not pretty nor lovely
It serves it purpose
So as I said the day began bleak
So did I really, mind just wasn’t there
I realized too late, my music had gone
So had that essence that kept me in line
Instead there was nothing
A sense of surreal rightness
What I am I on about you ask yourself?
Simple, my emotions had gone
The one thing that made me wake up
The thing that made me hate
Instead it’s replaced by a uncaring attitude
The implication is serious, you don’t see it
I do
Without it I will accept the norm
No more fighting talk from me
Like this poem my mood is gray
Its neither here nor there
Its in the middle, the gray part
You see nothing makes sense
Its all riddles and lies
Unless it’s the truth
So how do I end this for you
Simple. I am Lovejit.
You will forget the name, like me.
It doesn't matter.
