Hey, Unwelcome Monotony

Hey, unwelcome monotony... my moods are darker than the Squawk's melody; all the swans have deserted the nearby pond... will another thunder shake trees and ground, making the rest of the huddled geese in grief flee to a calmer and more peaceful reef? Do I want to weep as trees do hearing flowers complain... remembering the lulling breeze of the sunniest day? Do I wish to bring back each joy lost to the boring rain? Nothing is lovely behind this window so foggy and deary! Hey, unwelcome monotony don't be more unbearable than loneliness; clouds bring rain and with them drabness, can anyone find inspiration in insipid beauty? Do I dream of valleys beneath mountains, put up a tent and watch with starry eyes a twinkling sky; lest I fall asleep and miss shouting stars... those stars that never collide with hearts that remain faithful to themselves and others? Will they ever be betrayed by promises that have run dry?