Grey Day

Walking down this road
These roads look all the same
There's a grey pall over the sky
The colours seem rather dim.

Passing through the crowds
The minutes stretch out long
There's still more work to do today
Your smile starts to wear thin.

Suspended in mid-air
Hanging from a trapeze
It looked like fun when you leaped off
Now see the heaviness grow.

You know that you'll hang on
Until you have to let go
Your vision doesn't go far enough
To sight the net below.