Seasons

Too weary of being

who I am

like a rusted mind in

july rain.

I know only what I

feel

and I feel only if

its pain.

I built castles in

the air

and gave them wings,

till this day high

they fly.

And when I expected

the least,

came she,

knocked my door and

wished me bye.

On the crest of many

valleys I rested,

When I was far away

from me.

Seasons came as the

season left,
 added a chapter,

setting me free.

Rain can wash you

down the stream

and rain can

fill you up,

It was season I broke

down before

and on season my

hopes build up.

It was a race and

I wasn’t fast enough,

I fell three years

behind.

Of all the things

that July rained on,

my heart I couldn’t

find.