Weird day

It was a weird day,

It was one of those rainy day of august,

I had been seated looking through the window,

Looking throught the deep fog

I don't know what I was thinking,

I was lost in my head,

Though coming and going

Floking like each of the rain drop

I was looking

My old clock was singing the time

Tic, tac, tic, tac, tic, tac ...

Like it was trying to mark the walk of a silent procession,

The appartment was silent,

No other sound than that persistant clock.

It was a weird day,

Everything was slower than the usual,

The time was playing at who could hold the longest

Taking a gaze at if I would give up my prostration

Something was coming,

I didn't know what it was,

The rain was getting stronger

The fog higher,

The clock louder,

Tic, tac, tic, tac, tic, tac ...

And the procession was closer,

It was a weird day

I had waken up this morning tired,

Half awake, half asleep,

With a heavy weight on my breast,

Something wasn't right,

I layed on my position for a moment

There is something to do,

Today is supposed to be full,

But it was a weird day,

I gently pushed the curtain to see the sky open to life,

And I stayed there

It was a weird day

I could hear my thoughs in the silence

Clear, sometimes,

Running, sometimes,

Loud, sometimes,

They were trying to say something,

I couldn't hear it,

Something wasn't all right

I couldn't find what,

It was a weird day,

I was wathing the clouds move,

I was watching the rain fall,

Everything was calm, too calm,

And the clock kept it symphony,

And I couldn't move,

It was a weird day

A normal day

A day of depression