Seasons change
Coming and going
As we continue to flip the calendar pages
Stages of life
Ages or periods
Of glee or sorrow
Tomorrow we don't know what awaits us
But I'm hoping for the sun
To push away those clouds
That have overstayed their welcome for a while now
I need some breathing room
Because this bad luck has taken me in like quicksand
And in the grand scheme of things
This just isn't working for me.
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