It’s starting to come close
To the day I’m no longer so morose
I can feel it, it’s nearly time to not pretend
It’s nearly the beginning of the end
When strengthening me are those I care for
And when happiness is no longer a chore
One I work tirelessly for and still get underpaid
My lifetime will soon be made
Things will get better soon I hope
I’m damn near the end of my rope
This is coming along
And it finally feels right, not wrong
Changing in me is my whole person
After all, life couldn’t seem to worsen
So the dreary days are soon to be gone
And I can feel the way I’ve dreamed all along
The days are brighter
Or maybe it’s from being a writer
Where the heavens seem to collapse for words
Or is that just a myth I’ve heard
The glimmer of hope seems to be restored
Filled with daydreams of joy galore
My mind in constant motion
Inspired by simple notions
And thoughts of odd are within
But that’s nothing of a sin
Because they are thoughts of readiness
And nearly gone are those of emptiness
It’s starting to come close
To the day I’m no longer so morose
I can feel it, it’s nearly time to not pretend
It’s nearly the beginning of the end
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