Spring In Limbo

Should I go or should I stay Should I run or should I walk Should I open my door or should I close my door Should I bloom or should I close my buds Should I eat or should I starve should I live or should I die Should I laugh or should I cry should I weep or should I mourn Winter is still knocking on my door And Spring is waiting in limbo. I once dreamt of having a lovely Spring To roll on the grass and inhale the sweet aroma swirling in the wind from fresh blooming flowers And climb on top of the hill and listen to chirping birds dancing in the trees While I reminisce the splendor of my youth But this woeful nightmare kept lingering on. The Gods are displeased with mankind's reprobate nature Born evil, corrupt and permeate with anger Uncultured and lack manners, shameless but full of pride Stealing and deceiving one other in broad daylight. Why should they halt this cold Winter to appease man's sinful nature? To spread out their nasty bodies under his fresh Spring buds Romancing on our beautiful beaches And spewing vomit from last night's hangover. The Gods are furious at mankind diabolic behavior A disposition that has captivities the culture and has provoked and haunt his friends and neighbors We have been Kidnapped by strangers and surrounded by hostility Extortioners threatening to call the officer if we don't deliver Everyone wants something but don't want to do anything. I must expel this negative energy from around me and replace it with refreshing and productive energy This toxic energy spreading like cancer and causing suffering, pain and agony. I must find a place that is balanced with love and harmony. Big trucks wandering up and down the street but going nowhere The mail van moving around but dropping off no mail Food trucks traveling around in circle but delivering no food Just cold air battering the trees and drying up the Blossom. I must escape his prolonged and dreadful Winter That has failed to warm my humble heart A Winter that has stirred up so much anger And have the people flattered and scattered Mocked and scorned by their neighbors While Spring is still waiting in limbo.