Mother gush out a strong wind,
The walls that shield are thin,
I will not succumb to ruins,
Life can start if it only begins.
New path, chapters and stories,
The whole show was peachy,
Actions were without regret,
Subconsciously that’s what begets.
Caution thrown to the wind,
A destruction foreseen,
Comprehension is all muddled,
Emotions are all curdled.
What thoughts were right; were wrong,
Beliefs of being strong didn’t prolong,
Things just don’t come as how you want,
Reluctantly revert back to square one.
I hate this melancholy shit.