Blocked

Whimsical life

Magical light

Oh, why does good always pass me by?

Where's the sun?

It's become a darkened one

Now, what has begun?

These fleeting impulses

Bring nothing

And whimsically crushes

my heart and my soul

Oh, how I hate being bold

And excusing what I've been told

just to fit a mold

My breath has been caught and sold

By the essence of their cold

Stealing away a life I could've told

The bitterness then takes hold

and I ask again,

Where did the sun go?

Because even when it is shining down

The magical light

Gets blocked by a cloud