The Wind At The Window

Lifetime goals; to be prepared

My daddy was, my mom was scared

And I acquire to make my mark

Build a fire, maintain a spark

Only succeed in keeping chaos in motion

Trying to find peace, in life’s crazy commotion

Aching to recall what happiness was

Believing again in things like, Santa claus

The power to try trusting again, as a child

Letting my imagination, completely run wild

I’ve gotten myself trapped in this revolving door

Where nothing matters or makes sense anymore

The sadness and stress has finally overtaken

There’s a feeling of despair and of being forsaken

Forgotten and lost in a world flying by

I don’t even remember the reasons to try

Getting back up now, just doesn’t make sense

I’ve lost the battle, left without a defense

So I breathe in and out, one thing that I can do

Until that moment, when I stop doing that too

Surrender to the quiet and simply let go

Like the rain in the fall, becoming the snow

It’s all second nature, it’s the way we were made

One day we transform, and just fade away