AROUND THE CORNER

The mark of frustration stays right on my forehead, stress lines crowd my face in this rat race called life. A moment of comfort is preceded by numerous counts of turmoil that come in various forms. I feel alive today but barely breathing, stuck in this maze thats certainly going to be the end of me, breaking free and kicking my feet up is my only respite.
The taste of relaxation is a nice one, it reminds me of the good old days when time hadn't drained me of my light, when the genuine feeling of happiness could stem from my loins. I was fleet footed and filled with enthusiasm and jumped at optimistic thoughts.
Nowadays I'm just floundering in the middle, conscious of the goods but not oblivious of the bad thats hiding in the shadows. I'm the middle man I guess.

Anyways, these lines that set in my forehead will abound there for a long time, probably till I die but I'll be damned if I don't enjoy my weekend, kick my feet up and have a lot of drinks and laughs. Happiness loves around sadness after all.