When you change the way you look at things,the way things look change.
"Don't cry, blue skies."
So I choose to go outside, and leave the shadydaze behind
Closer to a clear view
Feel the braze passing through
dance to the leaves ruffled tune
Close my eyes to see clarity in this blankness most refuse
As I am the composure to my own closure
Sun rays sing and the ground beneath beats
I belt a smile to join a silenced symphony