Looking, staring, at the sun tomorrow

Still waiting, for the life that was delayed

I've gotten used to it.

Life is a mixture of silence and loneliness.

What a dreary homework.

As we walk by the still river.

Screaming for help with no help available

Finally figuring out

Having to choose between dejection and disappointment

The wind tonight is colourless.

Such is my life

The descending sun and the crying sea

Retreating forever


Such is my life