On the flip of a dime,
and I will change my mind, about life, about hope
about the everything that comes after.
One day the sun, shines so fine,
the very next day I feel gray
lost in the clouds, in the darkness beneath.
Why is serenity so unreasonable?
One moment I have it-here in my clenched hands.
The next moment serenity is gone, in a puff of smoke.
When is serenity something just out of grasp-
a simple singular momentary strand of hope
like two fragile eggs, it fell then it broke
the messiness of yellow-tinged orche yolk
disgustingly i pull my hands away
horrified by the realization,
I have wasted much of my day away.
Not on more dreams, but more of the doom and gloom
stuff. The sadness which breaks apart into thundering
stormy clouds-yet I swear for one moment the sun was
shining-now naught remains,
besides the ghost of chill there
and the darkness in the air.
regression into depression.
sinking deep, the ground crashes around me
mud eating my bare feet.