leaving

I see the dark and dismal gray, I feel the world begin to fray, I start to wonder why, And then my thoughts begin to fly, I feel the air begin to cool, I start to wonder if I am a fool, I realize that it all is real, And start to feel a cold dark chill, I wonder if it is the end, I wonder if I’ll see them again, I think I see them up ahead, And now I begin to run, I realize it is only the sun, I start feel a lone again, I start to wonder yet again if ever I will see my friends.