The air-condition blows autumn, The ceiling fan turbo gust, The four going sunken walls, The rock alike single bed, The night, I was gloom. The yelling child next door, The fixing sounds up floor, The leaking rotten sink drops, The angry horn busy streets, The morning, I was gloom. The office work table mess, The frustrating hit on keypad, The age’s long brain-storming, The blank stare digital screen, The afternoon, I was gloom. The moody sky fall apart, The angry thunders loudly howl, The running man around alley, The lazy steps as I march, The evening, I was gloom.