They told me to go outside,
because the sun was shining.
But when I tried to, the door was locked.
and when looking out of my barred windows,
all I saw was a thick fog.
I had not seen the sun for as long as it takes,
to make it a distant memory.
Like a pleasant dream,
that upon waking fades away quickly,
making room for the reality of that day.
oh how it would dry out the dampness of this fog,
that has settled so heavily, so permanently.
How it would bring growth and change,
where stagnation now rules.
How it would smile down on me
and tell me it would be back tomorrow,
to welcome another day.