Seasons and Feelings

Autumn soothes and kills off the Spring blooms Winter hiding in its triple dark womb My surroundings are an unusual tomb And my insides change like the seasons My cold soul seeps out of my skin into the outside world My heated anger makes those around me sweat I can't say I've done anything I'll ever regret I would never charge the stars with treason When you're silent your words mean so much more People don't quite expect what you have in store As some of those words die off and aren't reciprocated While the evident few simply appreciate it I'm not entirely sure why I write How I fight, curse in spite, and yet feel alright Maybe there is benefit in setting things aright But these things seem to revert back to their original stage Just as the seasons alternate once they're out of a phase What does it mean to be happy or snappy? As if our life can be categorized in a simple X-Y graph There's so much more than that, so much more complex And just as the seasons aren't simply a change in temperature Our life can't be categorized in a simple change of temperament I'm fine with the way things are But like the caveman I still gaze at the stars Each of us deeply believing that it does not get much better than this But in reality this is further than the highest bliss Whether that change is there, available to us Or simply a silly hopeful illusion May not even be worth the fuss Not worth this confusion