Oddish

Odd days...
Odd colour behaviour...
Odd life.
Misplaced hope,
Truncated optimism.
People look at you funny,
In the street today
That's  ok
They look funny too...
Compared to what?
And
One asks one's self
Where do expectations come from?

And
What am i really meant to think?

My motivation
Is rendered shriven
When i walk through
My front door
I collapse
In a kind of numb pain
... an unwelcome apathy
A cloud of disappointment
Hangs over my joy

I found shadows
At my nerve endings