My Souls Winter

I think I'll wait until tomorrow. I'm just tired right now.

I know I said tomorrow, but tomorrow's tomorrow seems better somehow.

I didn't sleep well last night. I had a lot of dreams.

This exhaustion, this procrastination, I think I know what this means.

The vacation brought to me by the pharmacy seems to be done.

I hate phone calls, but I guess I need to make me one.

To the doctor I best go before I fall in too deep.

I knew this feeling was too good to last. Too warm to keep.

How long will one season stay once the other goes away?

Nothing is written in stone, but we can hope is what they say.

Is it better to be low knowing the drugs will soon relieve the strain

Or is it worse to hold the flower knowing any day now it's light will drain?

My life is now with little difference between regression and progression.

Climbing the mountain of life in the rainstorm that is depression.

Over this boulder just to fall back down

Across this river, but do not drown

Keep your eyes open, no tears, there are people around.

Vocus on your voice. Keep your feet to the ground.

Pick up your prescription. Your doctor ordered new pills.

In eight to twelve weeks your wish will be fulfilled.

In eight to twelve weeks... your life again can be yours.