The days are melting together and I can’t find my way out of this mess.
I don’t know where to go or what to do with the stress.
As the rain clouds come and go I find that the feeling of woe isn’t so bad.
But this charade is getting old and I wonder which breath will be my last.
As I reminisce on the joys that life used to hold, I’ll ponder about the fact that this life got so cold.
So as I try to find my way into a brighter hue, I’ll keep my eyes on the skyline to try to stay away from the blues.
But what does life hold if there isn’t any meaning?
I don’t know what’s next but I doubt it’s something I can fathom seeing.