Seasons are slipping by . . .

Seasons are slipping by . . .

I thrive

I love

I complain

I wallow

I wander

by

the

lanes

of

my

mind.

I try

I try

I give up

I moan

I sleep

I wish

I sink

into

the

dark

pool

of

forgetfulness

I rise

I hope

I dream

I live

I thrive

I love

as

Seasons are slipping by