Window pain

Battling depression

This right here is where no dreams are made,
That out there is where I need to be,
or the colour in me will indeed fade,
Becoming darker and darker until my solitary thoughts cascade,

Light shines through as an invitation from the gods,
So why do I lie here in the land of Nod
I find the strength to escape my dreary place,
I open my eyes but struggle to build any pace

I fall back to my slumber where hell reigns,
Battling my demons and battering my brain
Once more I lift my dreary head,
Only times like this do I manage to escape my bed.