A rather foul pall has fallen,
On my mind and mood,
A fog over every facet of my life,
Something just feels wrong,
Like everything out of focus,
An insidious change of perception,
With no explanation,
The skies seem ever more grey,
Even as they glow blue,
Ambrosia and champagne in my mouth,
Tastes as bland as dust,
Social plans are as hounds,
Pursuing me as frightened prey,
The best things in life going somehow incorrect,
In the lukewarm winds of time,
I hope this pall shall blow away,
For it’s no way to exist,
To feel innately wrong.
WorldofHarley 
Hope all is well. Cheers and peace be with you, my friend.
Ups and downs as always my friend. Thank you very kindly.
The Oldschool Harlequin
Yes, yet we press on to the mark, my friend.
Always!
The Oldschool Harlequin
very good, good job! ❤
Thank you kindly my friend! 🤗
The Oldschool Harlequin