I refuse this pathetic fallacy
The weather can't bring down my high
I could be in
Kildonan, Kilmory, Brodick, Corrie, CorrieCravie, Catacol, Lochranza, Tormore, Torbeg, Shiskine, Blavkwaterfoot, Pirnmill, Thundergay, Lamlash, Glenashdale, Whiting Bay, Dippen
and the sky would most likely be grey
But I promised to myself a happy day
So I will sit here
With a dixie tune
And an uncontrollable urge
To bop around
(I know cringe, but yay for dopamine)
And I will stare
Judgingly at the rain
The grey clouds
Can't stop this sound
It may be beautiful and tranquil
But all I want is high energy
That's my type of joy
