How About This Weather Poem by Michael Webb

The clouds are so full today
Hovering in darkness consuming sunlight
But for some reason the clouds won't break
For some reason I can't decide
On whether it's my depression
Or whether it's the weather
That makes me feel dark inside
Maybe the day makes me want to sever
Every withered little tie
What are you so happy about
Think about your life for awhile
Blissfully without a sound
Are you still wearing a smile
Or perhaps you're looking down
At that sole that is stuck
On a piece of the ground
What a gloomy day this is
But I'm still waiting on the rain
Still waiting at a distance
For that lonesome cold black train
Coming to take me from this prison
Coming to rid me of these chains
Or maybe that's Johnny Cash
Playing in my head
Maybe if I know some math
I can solve all of my problems
Or maybe I just need some lead
For a pencil to write on this notebook
Or for a bullet to go in my head
Of course I'm just kidding
I always joke around like that
The pedestal is where you are sitting
I'm just sitting in your lap
Why is it so fulfilling
When I take a little nap