Sometimes when things seem so bleak
Oblivion's all that you seek,
A small ray of hope
Allows you to cope
And at sunny skies gives you a peek.
It may not pan out, but at least,
When anxiety's slightly decreased,
The knots in your gut
May unloosen somewhat
So despair and distress are released.
We all manage in different ways
So one's rainbows are somebody's grays
But the tiniest light
In the tunnel just might
Be enough to wipe out one's malaise.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment