Down by the lake in the morning
wet grass between my toes
wearing nothing but my overalls
the sun was colored rose.

It reflected off the mirrored lake
back to a florescent sky,
evoking and elegant rising
while the night was saying good-bye.

i go back to this place whenever i can
to vision its beauty again,
so i can preserve it inside, for me to hide,
saving it for a day of rain...

... but rainy days came too often
for me to really see.
i always woke up to black crackling skies
when i was blue and dreary.

though sooner or later the skies would clear
and i’d finally see the way,
back to the lake i started to walk.
another wasted day...

... for, down by the lake in the morning
with wet grass between my toes,
i was wearing just my overalls
when the clouds took a striking pose.

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This is about depression, pessimism, but trying to be positive, remembering good times. Sometimes by getting high. But no matter hard I try, life continues to bring me down.