Every day I wake up. Sun shines through the blinds,
down on me, Hopes and dreams live again.
Somewhere here, it must be. Somewhere I can find,
life. As the day goes on the dreams fade
and all I uncover is grey. The words on me ears,
"Keep Going". Gets me to the next stop.
The bus plows though snow and I fear,

In front of it is the best place to be.