Shifting Mindset

Where it pours a vast in the latter of January There shines the luminous moon above the dark and cloudy mists of February Minds so blurry with the questions of the abyss Down with the misery of my upbringing or is it really not a resentful breakthrough? For I have cared to live tomorrow But from my memory lane I kneeled back to my early days Does it bother if one feels so lonely yet never accompanied? From these dark times the clock twists what Will there be turning points once March greets "hi" No dagger as thin as a needle could ever pierce through the heartbeat of passion How come now such fortress feels like a useless air If the time comes I betray the flock Carving it on the stones of what ifs Could I ever come back to the ethereal weather? tripleD | 2•1•26