Don't know why I always get this feeling when I look up at the dark, dark sky above with its little eyes and smiles.
When I tread upon the mud and listen to silence, knowing it'll be replaced by laughter and shouting.. when I take out my keys and remember a different set of keys I used to hold. And another set of keys I should hold.
When the blank little green man smiles but announces no arrival.
When day after day just passes...
And you know you'll be back here in months.
Why is this so hard to let go?
God... please grant me strength.
