Depression

The whirling wind streamed past me, swoosh;

Swirling back, someone gave me a push;

Tumbling to the depths, the depths of the sea;

brushing my hand through the reflection of me;

down,down an everlasting fall;

thinking i will amount to nothing at all;

will there ever be an end to this everlasting dream;

darkness and death is this park’s theme;

clink, clink the sound of lost hope;

clink, clink with this i can not cope;