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Why do you worry so,
About things, you can't control?
Like, the weather,
And if it will rain or snow.
Nothing happens when you do,
Except, that you feel bad.
Why do you worry so,
About the things I do,
Like punishing my body, physically,
Or drinking to excess?
Nothing happens, when you do,
Except, you feel bad.

Driven by hunger
And inner most feelings,
With thoughts that cause
Your head to be reeling,
Passing it off, as a
Crazy old thought.
What happens now,
When you find you're not,
He who knows how,
And not what you thought?

Depression, can last for days
And keep you in a constant haze.
Your thoughts, misshapen and lacking taste,
It is such a waste, oh such a waste.

Sadness, seeps from out your eyes
When you tell me those little lies.

Sadness, sadness,
My old friend.
I see you're back
With me again.

I love living, every moment of my life
And I love seeing all the people,
Who are real,
For living is so much easier
If you love the people,
With who you deal.

I love to wake up, each morning,
To see the sun rise,
And be on it's way,
For living is so much easier,
If you love and live,
From day to day.

I love touching you,
And having you near.
I love to see the love light
In your eyes.
For living is so much easier
If all is love
And there are no goodbyes.

Lights are flashing,
Reflections from a
Rain, wet street.

Cars are rushing,
Through the puddles,
Dampness is on the feet,
Of a passerby.
Sun is absent,
Lost in cloud banks,
Showers start to fall.

People running,
Fast for shelter,
Less they soon are wet,
From the showers.

Such is Springtime,
End of Winter,
West wind, starts to sing.
Back to life,
Comes brown grasses,
Birds perch out on trees
And life continues.

As I awake, this coming dawn,
I wonder what will lie, beyond,
These many hours of this life,
Filled with an increasing strife,
And memory loss, that is profound.

Every life, has a reason,
A reason not to die.
Every year has a season,
A season that you try
To honor all the missing,
The missing people who lie,
Somewhere in hiding.
Hiding for we know not why.

Fall not, on your sword, he said,
As he pushed me to the brink.
I shall not do so, I replied,
So I had another drink.

Secret thoughts, innermost in my mind,
Remain, caught up, inside of me,
Distraught and all entwined,
Among my inner feelings,
Of things not meant to be,
While bound by my commitments
And unable to be free.

Hold my hand. Listen to my words
of sorrow.
Touching you, makes waiting
For tomorrow,
Easier.