My mind is in a cluster
I cant seem to find the muster
To sit down and write like a jester.
Perhaps, it is my imagination that begins to fester?
Or maybe, it is this coldness creeping,
That at times has me weeping,
And every time I see life leaping,
A reminder that comes in seeping -
And yet tomorrow,
Amidst all this sorrow,
I'll see you. And once more
Feel life course through me and soar!
