When I walk in the morning
Watching the sun rise
As it paints gold on the clouds
And turns the sky purple
As I turn to see the moon set
It feels like it is out of place
And it is time to leave
I feel happy and content
But then I look around
And all the feelings are gone
And I am an empty shell again
There is no one to share the beauty
Like the way snow shines
When the sun hits it just right
Or how I feel like I’m in a snow globe
When the sky is pure blue
And everything is dusted with a layer of snow
I wish there was less resistance from my hand
I wish that it would flow freely
And I could express my words more clearly
I wish I didn’t have feelings at all
For these delusions of happiness
Turn into stinging pains of regret
For all good things must come to an end
Like this poem
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