Clouds Without Linings

Depression. And falling in love with "Passing Afternoon" by Iron & Wine.

These clouds without linings keep passing me by,
They darken the heavens of my brimstone sky.
They promise me rain but today's all the same,
They only bring pain and let me take the blame.

These names without faces they all tell a lie,
Deceiving the angels whose demons must die;
Their words break my bones with the pall of them all,
They set forth the hope and then plot its downfall.

These ships without heaven keep floating along,
They leave me at bay since my ticket is wrong,
Yet I see some boarders without one at all,
They chase their dreams while my nightmares snowball.

And day after day the desert still grows,
Rain falls all around me but wets just my toes;
Enticing my functions as I do march on,
Too naive to witness the absence of dawn.

These nights without armor keep making me weak,
They darken my heavens, my prospects look bleak;
The messiahs of my mind don't give me a care,
Send clouds without linings to fake that they're there.

The wheels keep on turning, the cycle goes on,
The summer's forever, the monsoon's long gone;
The strings of life whisper the beat of death's drum,
But hope still lies that a change gonna come.

P.S. - Screw the World Cup write-up. Argentina didn't win anyway. Bleh.