Dream Weaver

Writing something, but not everything. Everyone will notice, yet no one will say. What will you see in my empty life, you will only find regret and strife. Life seems hard, but it isn't. There is no will to live, yet a hope to give. Life as an observer is good, exploring birds and wildlife beneath adulthood. But, I will rise and make it happen, nothing can break me and my will.. there's a hope to live, and a hope to seek happiness still..