As the Storm Clouds Gather

Now as I sit, my mind sets to ponder Past woes it finds and lends despair to reality Thus I remain seated, my imagination seems to wander ‘Tis only fiction, I affirm, and proceed with normality But behold, what is this conjuring before me? An assemblage of storm clouds as dark as the night Certainly, such a storm could never be so beastly To consume the atmosphere with such powerful might Lo, ‘tis the sun, ever so dim Shall I assume a safe position? Or is it my own mind that is much more grim? Ay, let my being be of much humble submission As surely as the mind is ever nefarious The body does follow, in a fashion so precarious