when i dream,
I am walking outside.
it's always dark
and storm clouds fill the sky.

there are lush trees all around me;
above me, behind, below.
but every step I take
is slugglish, heavy, and slow.

I hardly move
and I barely speak.
and everybody i see,
with apathy I greet.

i can't shake the lethargy
that looms over me every day.
even in my sweetest dreams,
the storm clouds refuse to go away.