Overcast

The seasons change, and so does the world

The overcast skies have come
Dew on the grass no longer dissipates
Clinging on the tips to glisten
Reflecting the light like a crystal stone

The circle eludes
As it always has
Still though, I feel the fool
Blinding my eyes
Locking away the past

Stability is for the ignorant
This is known
Yet at times I feel the miscreant
Held away from the earth