Mélancholie

Tray of Burned out old smokes I'll stay Here in My own Nostalgic fit Always No way Out of Melancholy This time Proves to Be of Significance To me Remembering Those who Have crossed my path And filled Me with joy I will Watch myself go Back to Those days When I Ran all around Blissful Nothing Could bring Rain on my parade Most days Were just Something to Treasure for dark times Like now Useful Tools I Work with to bring my Joy back Memories