I can't seem to find the words,
In my mind I can't form the verbs.
It's lie the beach on a stormy day,
But not in such a violent way.
It's like a long, ongoing road,
I've no idea where it goes.
But yet it seems the right path,
Along the way you become a craft.
It's like the brightest day of summer,
For most it couldn't be funner.
But over me is a big, dark cloud,
It seems happiness isn't aloud.
I'm like a tree swaying in the wind,
Sad or happy, which side will win.
I sway so fast, I'm not in control,
What my final emotion will be is still to be told.
