Off we go to the meadow
Worries dug deep in my mind
Threw it all out of a window
Though a wind blew it in from behind
Momentary joy covers it with a blind
Beautiful green grass
Flowers reflecting orange
Of the sun like a glass
Bliss creeps out of the stage
Worries storm back from the cage
White clouds in a blue sky
Patches of blue; patches of white
Pockets empty; so much to buy
Love's here; with a lot of fight
Deadlines, waistline; everything's a fright
Meadows and clouds recede from sight
All that remains from the day
Memories not so bright
Colours running around astray
Leaving me with only grey
