I used to drawing these big yellow circles.
They would always make me happy.
Every time I did, I expected miracles
And I know that that seems sappy.
But there was just something about it
That forced my mouth to smile
I wouldn’t even have to think about it
At least that lasted for a little while.
Things have changed now that I’m older
I don’t have time to look at colors
Now, instead of thinking they look bolder
They’ve faded like light through closed shutters
Is it just that time has worn me down
Or is it just the truth in life
That an innocent smile turns to a frown
And a happy yellow circle into strife