REMEDIES

They set the mood,
with nothing to say,
remedies can be enemies,
enemies yesterday,
but not today,

pinks, yellows, blues,
one, three, or maybe two,
conditions of anatomy,
aware of my astronomy,

autonomy escapes me,
I am yellow, I am blue,
silence, my tongue I chew,

I am grey clouds,
some days the Sun,
a semblance of happiness
is long overdue,

yet, a smile, I pursue,
far and few, I sway
from yellow to blue.