So it's that time of the year again,
When I typically mislay my rein,
I fumble and tumble in the horrid rain,
I do plead, receiving nothing in gain.
I blame it on the source,
The life, the giver of gifts of course,
No, not the man all believe, hidden in the cloud,
The one beyond who is wrapped in a shroud.
Indeed the sun; why does he hide?
Doesn't he know that he is my guide,
I'm lost under the clouds with no time to bide,
Darkness soaks me like a ruthless giant tide.
How can I think when -
a single thought doesn't stick,
Millions of them fired with every passing tick,
In what earthly conscience do I pick?
How can I breathe when-
the air is so slick and,
rushing in all directions;
I may as well be hit by a brick.
Come out of the shadows, oh dear sun,
Let my words of yesterday be undone,
Brighten my soul and warm up my skin,
The light around is really too thin.
Toying with my mind,
are things not so kind.
I need you not to turn blind,
In my moment of need-
-don't leave me behind.
Force the dark clouds away from the crowds,
For I tend to linger amongst the trouts,
Lifeless and mindless, I stagger in my strut,
Have mercy, before my dreams are forced shut.
Stir me tight and steer me right,
With those sorcerous, warm rays of might,
Have you no compassion towards my plight?
What must I slay to win this fight?