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The Casting of Shadows.

Feeling sick, a rainy day,
Is all it takes for Shadows play.
She toys around with doubt and fear
Now I wonder what I'm doing here.

I won't go out, I'm stuck at home;
Whatever it is I feel alone.
How can she enter into my head
So quickly casting doubt and dread.

I cook and clean
And clean and cook
I sit down with a sultry book,
Nothing helps, the cast is done
I shall pass the time til' there is none.

By days end, I am feeling sure;
That she has made me see the cure.
Known all along the answer though,
Cause she is me and know I know.

This dead end job, this dead end man;
The time I pass with busy hand.
This comfort zone just cannot stand;
For I must more of me demand.