Dare I say, Take me back to sweeter days. No worries To fight, Nor sorrows To woe. Just waiting For sun And the fall of snow. These little joys Replenished my soul. And now, I yearn, For thoughts of old.
I feel, Tense. Nothing is wrong, But nothing makes sense. Things are, Intense. Overwhelmed By fear Locked in my head. Silly little scares, Born and bred. To fears of unknown, I can't comprehend.