I see a sky of gray and drops of rain,
And yet there is still sunlight in my heart.
There is no sadness there, no thought of pain,
And clouds and raindrops both will soon depart.
So why should I be blue when skies are grey?
(Or grey when skies are blue?) The weather is
No potentate that rules me, or can say
How I should feel. My feelings are not his,
Nor yet inverse, for what I feel I feel
Regardless of the wind or rain or sun.
These externalities aren't really real
Nor can they dictate to me. I can shun
The sympathetic fallacy reversed:
The thunderstorm cannot make me feel cursed.
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