For Lighter Times.

Life’s a little difficult,
And I’m imagining things.
This phase will go by,
But I look beyond.

I wish I was travelling,
Or on a long drive,
On a bus into the woods,
Or on a train chugging south.

But here I am,
Stretching myself,
I know I must remain busy,
To enjoy my lighter moments.

Your strange world.

Well there you are again,
Crying comfortably,
On the shoulder of uselessness.
Comfortingly strokes you,
And puts you to bed.
But when you wake up,
You’re all the more scared.
Then doubt and temptation
Loom around like fake friends.
Do no good,
Just get on your nerves.

Then you question it all,
How unfair everything is,
And you can’t explain anything,
Even to yourself.

You thought you knew your world well,
And suddenly it’s a strange place.