How's Your Day

Cold and leering, often sneering I’ve gone through out my day Feeling no pride, wanting to hide With nothing I want to say I will not seek, the world that’s bleak That offers me no relief Don’t get involved, nothing’s resolved Or suffer the pain and grief Trudging ahead, my memory’s dead With the awful, the painful and true My lives at stake, I cannot fake At all what I’m supposed to do Is it too late, to change my fate? Or is it carved in stone? There is no doubt, I must cry out And tell God I feel alone