My words jumbles up in riddles
i type with food in my hands i nibble
yesterday will be gone forever
dark clouds hover around and hence the cold weather

Lost in my own world i peer out of my window pane
it seems too quiet too dull maybe later it'll rain
today they'll be guest i have to keep sane
remembering that there's an image i have to maintain

A few pages i flip flip flip
hoping that this time round, i won't slip
Numbers like alien signs fly around in my head
so on the soft purple pillow my head laid

words that often looms around.."dark, dull, lonely, cold, rejected, fear, disappointment, dim.." not exactly words that scream YIPPIE!

But yar... its getting cold