The Silver Lining.

Whatever happened to the silver lining?
All the clouds that I see are grey.
Hurry away to escape the rain.
Faceless umbrellas hobble by,
Water flies from gutters where cars drive,
All these things just pass me by,
Yet I'd rather sit and think in the rain.
Is everything really as it seems?
Are all these sets that can be blown away?
Were all these just fantastic dreams?
Can we all just simply wake up,
To the dawning of a brand new day?
Are we all just pawns,
In a great classical game?
Or are we all just actors upon a stage?
Are people really who we think?
Or all they hiding behind a plastic facade?
Like in a cheap masquerade.
What do they hide behind the paint?
What happens within those walls?
Between those stained sheets?
Are the walls protecting us, surrounding us,
All just tumbling to waste?
Or is everything as it looks?
Am I just making a big, unnecessary scene?
Do I make out too much in people?
Do I take in too many of their actions?
Do I see too much in simple things?
Are all my problems imaginary?
Things to keep my overactive mind busy?
Was I insane from the start?
Just burrowing myself deeper into these lies?
Have I buried myself alive?
Nothing is looking up right now.
In fact, pessimism is my new best friend.
As rain drops adorn my skin and the sky cries,
I ask you:
Who is the insane one? You or I?
And where is this silver lining?
All I see is grey skies.