The calendar seems to be flipping its pages every time I look at it.
The seasons are changing at every glance I take at nature.
Every time Time beats on my door, I feel like I want to quit.
And for every question asked, I have no answer.
The world makes me feel like a half-wit.
I suppose, I lost my strong structure.
For everything I do, I get no credit.
I feel as if my soul is about to rupture.
Then there are the moments that I find myself with you.
And for the second, the world isn't expecting much.
I'm a tossed ragdoll and you come to my rescue
and comfort me with your soothing touch.
I know most of the time, stuff said like this isn't true.
It's a sweet berry one can't seem to clutch.
But in our case, this is no false review.
There is truly such.
Maybe this is in my imagination.
Perhaps this is just all a dream.
However, this is gumption:
You're in my bloodstream.