Stress

The day today was unusual;
winds wrestling with my part in row,
pleasured the flow in veins- was ironical?
I was somewhere only I know.

It is the first sun after winter;
look, there is a cloud cover on this clear day.
The gleam is prickly- am I a sinister?
Sick and tired I am lying on the hay.

Everyone is naive and friendly;
hey you, I find the teen repulsive,
the dexterous attitude is gone- am I unfriendly?
My eyes open but I ain't so impulsive.

The Octbey like morning was fresh;
freshness, made sure my day was uneventful,
my heart is hollow- what is the case?
(feel)"I have no time, must had followed the rule".