There are days when I feel the sway and pull
the gentle breeze, the tide, the lull
the universe whispering as if to say
come run with me, and laugh and play.
This day was different, not gentle or fun.
This sky was grey; clouds hid the sun.
There was nothing subtle about the way it shattered
my world around me, as if I never mattered.
Today was violent, angry and brutal.
My resistance to tear up proved once again futile.
I've disappointed myself and my friends
to what result, what effect, what ends?
I've redefined myself in an accidental fashion.
I am no longer the one with the unanswerable passion.
As of today I am ordinary, bor