The day runs its course

and it feels like a maze

a confusing haze

Sometimes dusty,

at times clear.

There are hours of joy

but also impending

threatening and even clamoring

Moments of fear.

Through the day

it's good that one can find

inspiration or motivation

or even just dream's concoctions

that can make despair smile.

But it can't feel all that grand,

the joy is as fleeing as the day.

And as the sun

makes it's way

the mind sways.

The world reels.

And as the day ends its course

Night tears, spawns fear

Reflects what is there to deal.

It gets tiring, exhausting

to even feel.

June 2000