Yesterday

Today I'm filled with lead and all the world is tinted gray
The clouds above allow for light, I don't think it will fall
The rain, that is. The people look the same along the street
And in their cars the music plays, they're moving fast and slow
But words to me feel foreign now, each cut out for display
My eyes, they won't adjust though I'm aware of this my state
My shirt is greenish-blue but can't you see I'm wearing black?
A cloud of fog it clogs my chest and swims through flesh and bone
I fly away with business men and women, I assume
On holiday or work. It feels like they all know, until
I look around and still I feel ... the day is normal though
A dreamer usually I slip with ease through others' view
Today I move in this dimension though my heart is cast
In gray, a poem in perfect meter somehow without rhyme.