Emma Sidney c.2000 All rights reserved
why did you choose to ever come this way?
It’s not the time I want to say to you,
but once again I find I’m at mercy to you,
Grey as the sky,
wonder why the rain outside is now in my eyes.
Is the mood I feel some reflected zeal?
I couldn’t tell you why but I’m falling down into this
There was a time I loved being in this place.
I felt that I had found my space to run wild and free in.
But it’s just such moments as these replace the immensity of space
with small dark fears and eyes full of tears.
say you won’t go, I’ll still be happy
I don’t think you know
what pleasantries you may find in even such a grey day