Seasons under the sun

Why can’t anything
be for me
these selfish thoughts
invade my sanity
limpid pools of brown I see
I wish the blue, could look inside these
and forever hold what I have now
a hope, a dream, forever to drown
in the river of unrest
of what I wish I could change
but wishes don’t come true
and make it so
I long for, and if I could, I would
but the ages and oceans
won’t allow for me
and I am to depressed to be writing
and if I got my secret
would it be fair for to keep it
No, for time has forgotten
the chosen one
and just began, for one so young
don’t let time forget you
be all I know you can be
that would be my hope for you
to not end up like me
writing this after so many seasons
under the sun of change

Seasons under the sun

andreatreitman

Simi Valley, United States

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