This morning the sky was gone: Just clouds grey
These empty rooms of silence greet the dawn
Can’t think of anything to do today
As the suitcases in the hall are gone
Breakfast is dull and the TV boring
Go outside – for nothing better to do
Leaving the flat and into rain pouring
And with no destination to pursue
These soaked city streets are cold and empty
No one else was dumb enough to step out
There’s nothing to do and nothing to see
And the rain won’t satisfy this drought
Left behind, broken heart and worried brow
So then: What are you going to do now?
15th November 2011
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