one straight month of only sundays

the doldrums couldn't be this still


we're so dependent on the weather

and february feels like june

it always rains here



i'm content to sit here all night

and no, the world's not passing by

there's too much emphasis on acting

when reflection works just fine

you're proof conviction keeps some grounded

but i know better

there's no bright shades

in a dark room without a view

or so we're finding out



it's all pointless

when you're bent on disappointment

the last year's been a real mess

half circumstance, half laziness

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