Things have certainly changed
Times that were easy, oh, how easily they become strained
Dreams that served aa a peaceful reminder
Have rapidly changed all my last hopes, with their slander
I feel so hopeless to the point of no return
My insides are in knots, from all the things, that never are overturned
There are faint whispers of this or that
Recent affections has even changed, in fact
Funny how people wrestle with their soul
For things that they think will make them whole
It is redundant to keep somethings going
Like a rollercoaster, we have rode a bunch, we already know all there is to be knowing
Cynicism is a protection mode
The one that we think can keep us whole
But it can’t, we have to feel and move through things
Even if terrible feelings remain.
If you cannot find a place to deal
There will demons in your head that will.
Mws R Writings 