It’s the cloudy days,
The not so perfect days,
The days spent in bed, with the TV blaring,
These are the days, which I cannot spare.
Sunny days are ambitious days,
Days meant to set goals,
Days meant to fulfill goals.
The rainy, cold days aren’t measured by ambition.
It’s okay to sleep in, and be lazy.
It’s okay to take it easy.
So by all means let it rain, let it pour.
Let the thunder pound and roar.
Let motivation float away on a stream.
Because grey clouds, and sliver droplets give me time to breathe.
A deep, long breath sets my mind at ease.
So pour yourself a cup of tea,
Because these grey days are short and fleeting.