Maybe, Adequate? Poem by Stefanie Fontker

My eyes do wander
From time to time
I have been called
Aloof- more often
Than permitted
I do try- I am
More grey
Than black or white
My heart does
Neither bleed- nor burst
There is much
I cannot escape
Nor get around
I take a lot
Just to not give
I cannot remember
A time when I wished-
The sky would remain
Blue- I much prefer
Cloudy days than
The summer months
In which your birthday
Resides- Though
You once exclaimed:
Anyone can get exactly
What they want-
With a little bit
Of luck