Difficult to Diagnose

The trees are undressed
Sky like a smoke stack's powder
Cold enough for a jacket
No birds in the feeder
Just rusty leaves on the ground

Today's the kind of day you better
Take a walk and not crawl in the bed
Letting depression take you over
Why are you depressed
I don't know; it just comes in

It just comes in
I hear you can ignore it
Just pretend it's not there
That's how you live past the
Tough hours between lunch and sundown

Once the moon is up
It's safe to go to bed
But if you decide to stay up
You might just watch all night
It's funny like that

Might be a friend or a foe
Let it sit in the chair
In the corner by the door
Just in enough to be polite
But not quite welcome either