Clouds are hanging lowDroplets patter on faceEverything is so slowGoing thro’ yet another phase A long road aheadThe vision is blurredNo sight of the goalTested is the soul The feeling is not realThe signal is not greenHungry for a mealGradually losing the sheen The skies are greySo many in the wayYet I close my eyesReady to throw the dice And so descends a pall of gloomShouting itself hoarseYet waiting for the bloomWithout any remorse The sun is silently settingUshering in a hauntingNo I am not boredJust alone in a crowd