Sadness settles over the speaker here for no clear reason, and the poem is mostly an attempt to understand that. Nothing is fun, nothing feels worth doing, and disappointment lands harder than usual. The speaker longs for a "neutral state," a place where nothing can make them feel bad. It's a modest wish: not happiness, just feeling level again.
The images are small and honest. Red eyes become a joke about fashion, a wry way of coping with crying. Blue eyes shine with tears the speaker refuses to let fall, so the poem shows someone holding themselves together. The black cloud hanging overhead is carefully described as "not a depressed cloud, just a sad one," as if the speaker is measuring their own feelings and being precise about them. The question "Why has the cloud come back?" gets no answer, because nothing has changed. The mood is quiet, tired and a little bewildered, and it ends on the same plain wish it began with.