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
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