and all I want to do is puke.
Countless minutes, hours, days, weeks and months.
Not to mention the years.
Waiting, wondering,
hating and hoping
for a new day
a new season
a new reason.
Seventy-plus degrees
and it’s March
but I march
to a dark and different drummer
anymore,
evermore,
always more.
Every day a new mission
a new attitude
a new beginning
a new hope.
Every day a new tear
a new disappointment
a new end of day
time gone by
time gone by
forever gone.
Tomorrow
I want to stay
I want to say hello again
to joy
to hope
to happiness
to something new
to someone new
to me.
Please
Let me stay.