It's going to be okay
That's what comes out
When there's nothing else to say

Like it even matters to them
They don't know where you've been
Time to supposively move on
But how, when all happiness is gone?

Inside, it's nothing but numb
Yet they say a better time will come
When thinking all emotions become tears
Wishing we could go back to better years

But that's probably not going to be
When the future is all we're able to see
As we stare back to the past and our dreams
So far away now, it seems.

Life would be rather different
If the choices we made could be undone
If the things we decided too late could be taken back
If the words we never said could be heard at the right time
Life would be rather different.

Time machines would be great
Because then I could go back
And tell myself the things
That I figured out too late.

Sometimes I wonder why
Why is it that I'm lost for words
When simply stating the obvious
Sometimes I wonder why
Why is it that I even try?

Tired, sleepy eyes,
That refuse to fall asleep
While laying in bed
Endlessly counting sheep.

Toss and Turn
Throughout the night
Sleep does not take me over
At least the bed bugs won't bite.

In and out
What a tireless doze
I'm frustrated and hot
Why won't my eyes close?

Heavy eyes
I Awaken to my chill
Winter drafts cooling my bare skin
The clock counts down to its shrill

Finally asleep
but not for long
MRAA MRAA- the alarm clock yells
Guess I'll drink coffee that's extra strong...

A clock bongs out its chime
As we look at the time
That's never really acknowledged
until the hour is running out.

Cast sideways glances
never full attention
except for the ones
who have no intention

Around in circles I go
the same old same old
just counting up
then down
then up again.

And I grow weary
my movements becoming dreary
but time is moving faster
as around and around in circles I go.

Until I finally stop
with my one last tick-tock
and time is lost
until the batteries are rebooted

And I start new again
my cycle of endless circling
I'm 1, I'm 2, I'm 3, I'm 4
Ticking away to the end once more.

Mistletoe hanging on the door hinge
A mess of tacky holiday sweaters
Caroling in the streets of snowy wonderlands
and houses flashing red blue and orange.

Wishlists to Santa sent in the mail
Gingerbread houses are built
Families tobogganing down the hills
Leaving behind a sleek icy trail.  

Holiday shopping is nearing its craze
Christmas trees cluttered with presents
Little girls and boys staying up late
waiting for Santa 'til they fall asleep in a daze.

The scent of ham is filling the halls
Loved ones gather 'round
While children open their presents
and compare their rockets and dolls.