Things can be,
dull. Boring.
You could be depressed.
The clouds could be grey,
and heavy with rain,
pouring down tears.
You could be lined with burden,
dealing with grieve,
and hatred.
You could be keeping a grudge,
and hate the world.
Or things could be,
colourful and bright.
It could be sunny.
The sun could be shining,
so brightly,
and the children could be playing,
and the birds singing sweetly.
You could be happy,
making fun of life.
You could quite easily be dull and boring,
Or happy.
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