Seasons of my mind

Aching an unknown ache
Or embracing a silence
My mind is like a season
Of brevity and transience
Joy is fleeting
Love divine
I cry and laugh together
I blame my mind
In the search of my weary soul
I have lived and laughed aloud
But at the edges of the night
I keep seeing my dark shroud
My mind is a season
A season of joy and sorrow
And with every happy thought today
I wait for a grim tomorrow
It sometimes feels like the sun
Or a rain of pain
The joy comes unamused
And I pray it comes again
I know not what lies ahead
Happiness or sorrow
I know it’d be a season nonetheless
Here today, gone tomorrow 

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