The days pass by and it seems like it’s turning to a brighter hue.
Maybe now things will get less misconstrued.
I guess I’m getting more of an idea of what to do, and it seems like I’m beginning to find my shoes.
So now all I can do is pick myself up and continue.
But I feel like a mess, and never really feel the heart beating in my chest.
Is there hope to find meaning and be done with the stress?
So I guess time will tell me what to do next.