every road i have to walk
and every key that has no lock
and every door i've had to knock
on when evening comes.
and every night without a day
and every word i have to say
and every barn where i lay
when my legs feel numb
a summer night
a winter sky
thoughts of rain
a pale goodbye
and i dream in grey
and i dream in grey
grasping at a flitting thought
the horizon i have sought
the special place that i lost
with the rooster's call
on every corner of the road
past the pavement where i stood
the streetlights flicker like my mood
till the moment is past
the last time
that i smiled
the morning dew
our fates entwined
and i dream in grey
and i dream in grey
i am there i am here
till the day we disappear
we are not what we were
and my dream is a song
and my dream is a song.
.....
would have been much more comfortable with this poem song had i written it in some other season.
Image courtesy . Sayali
