Thursday, 1 July 2010

One Hundred and Thirty One.

Every day I try to see,
What the hell is wrong with me?
I start the day with a sense of fun.
Looking toward the midday sun.

But somewhere along the way,
Everything just goes astray.
My spirits simply seem to drop,
My happy day becomes a flop.

Whenever I get this annoyed,
My hopes and dreams are destroyed.
Is there something I can do,
To let me live more like you?