Season of Depression
But does it really for me?
The orbit spins faster, my head’s spinning, swirling
Falling deeper into the hole
like Alice in Wonderland,
My head’s in the wrong direction
Pause, I fell fast asleep
Then I awoke to no more sunshine but
The canopy of dark clouds hanging over me
I sigh, does time really fly?
Sir, have you seen the time?
I left it here a minute ago
Before slumber weighed down my eyes…
(c) jjf 2016