Just walking along now, rather tired of the path I take.
Looking at the sky, all I see is clouds.
I am constantly waiting for the rain to stop.
When I cry I try to smile.
Even if it’s sad I will smile.
I’m waiting for a new laugh.
A new memory to keep me going.
But each time I succeed it seems,
someone pushes me back down again.
Looking at the clouds, I wait.
For dawn to come, for clouds to break.
Tomorrows weather will bring a new sun.
A new day, a new hope..
and I shall keep going.
oh gosh..from highs to lows, it seems the hills in my path will never end.
Right now Im just waiting for the storm to pass–for the fog to burn, and the path that I take to become clear.
If I were to write a book on all that I’ve experienced, would this be the turning point?
Where things are so bad that they can only get better?
Lets see..
~dancr
January 24th, 2009 - 6:36 am
They will get better, I promise. Change sucks. and it’s painful, but some wise person said we’re better people for it. It will get better. I hated losing my job too, but in some ways, it opens a door for some new exciting thing, y’know?
March 5th, 2009 - 9:43 am
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