1 December 2010

it'll turn out alright in the end I'm sure

The winter winds blow against my face,
How I long to wander from this place.
This time of life is grinding me down,
I wear a smile on my face, but inside it's a frown.

I see the world through an icy lens,
The world seems grayer than my youth and tends
To disappoint me more and more.
But it'll turn out alright in the end I'm sure

1 comment:

Richard Ensten said...

Very good matey. I think a lot of people can relate to that at the moment. :)