Each second in passing my mind conveys
A shroud of shadows, a dreary haze 
To spry minds a distinction so stark 
A harbinger of an inevitable dark

Though murkiness approaches, ever so near
My vantage remains, abiding and clear 
Primordial clouds configuring from naught 
Contour into storms of renegade thought

This ubiquitous flurry envelopes me so
Chiding the worries calling below 
Hushed by lullaby, content at ease 
Unable to fend yearning I appease

Drift like the koala into the blue 
Subject are we to these unbiased hues