This really is my brain through the rain!

Grey is the heavy silence of monotony that seeps into my bones
and rain drains down the sky
into puddles and pools of cold wet
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It's been raining here for like, a week at least, feels like longer, I think it is....
it's dreary and cold, and autumn landing
not with the beauty of golden reds and fire on trees,
but with cold, heavy wet, almost dead
Leaves fall then get mulched in the pavement,
no crisp crackling.
but it does fit with my mood.
Fall is change, natures transition into death and slow sleep
and I feel like life is like that too
transition, leaving, dying to this part of life
getting prepared and ready
for what's next
somber rememberances of this year...
goals attained, and goals falling away
my biggest disapointment right now is our band,
I feel like (as Adam so graciously put it)
too little too late
how can I look ahead?
What can keep me on fire, I feel like I'm the only one...
maybe, just maybe our band right now is going to sleep
only to awake, a time later, with new hope
new songs
and a peak
of sunshine