Trying to understand how feelings go through 'seasons' just like the weather. |
Sunshine, birds, and flowers sometimes seem to fill my mind But then I get lost in a hurricane and they are all just left behind. Sometimes my rays of sunlight pierce and destroy the clouds of grey, But then sometimes I drown in tears, and I cannot find my way. My weather changes so quickly, I never know what to wear, Do I risk being too cold in the rain, or in the sunshine standing bare. Would seasons be much better, feeling blissful for three months long? I would be laughing, flying, smiling and singing my song. But what about the winter, three long months of non-stop tears? Down in the dumps, all that time just thinking about my fears. Would the sun-shine be so strong that I could not put it back in the sky? And run onto the whole year through, so I was always high. But would the tears keep falling, flood the world, the powerful flow? Would prevent me from swimming to the top, so I stayed on a permanent low. I think it’s supposed to be this way, you feel happy and take flight, And sometimes you fall down, and it takes all your strength and might. I wonder if rather than saying sometimes, and just letting the feeling ‘be’, Is what is called ‘living life’; or life from the eyes of me! |