I feel an urgency to be excited about amazing things
But right now I don't see that happening.
Where I am I only see it darkening
While I remember how great the light was,
But only while it lasted.
Maybe the shadows are getting darker,
Or I'm just getting pathetic.
One of my favourite things is the winter,
But I won't look forward to it
As it will just be ruined again,
Because nothing seems as great as it was.
I'll appreciate it but my state of enjoyment will still be deficient, devastating and dismaying.
Aug 31, 2017
Aug 31, 2017 at 7:09 PM UTC
I feel an urgency to be excited about amazing things
But right now I don't see that happening.
Where I am I only see it darkening
While I remember how great the light was,
But only while it lasted.
Maybe the shadows are getting darker,
Or I'm just getting pathetic.
One of my favourite things is the winter,
But I won't look forward to it
As it will just be ruined again,
Because nothing seems as great as it was.
I'll appreciate it but my state of enjoyment will still be deficient, devastating and dismaying.
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