Seasons

I'm not that different than you. Or maybe I am. But whatever the truth is, my life is just a scram. I only feel at peace when there's grey skies with no sunlight. But in the Summer, those are only dreams. When it's Fall I scream. The time of year where I don't tear. And everyone else fears. The time of year when loved ones come back. Then living, well most of them have a heart attack. I wish it was like this all the time. But I have to be patient as the year goes by. Winter isn't bad, just makes people mad. Sometimes I enjoy the cold, but everyone's hearts seems to be sold. And by the time we Spring around, there are so many sounds.