Time goes onward.

Days pass and nothing changes,
Yet I hope for something new;
A feeling I haven't felt before,
A thought that's not a repeat once more.

Echoes of the darkness
Never leave my spinning mind;
But while I sit here patiently,
Not much passes, but the time.

Beautiful sunshine, and the morning flowers bloom
Burn my eyes and make me blind;
I only feel the presence of gloom.
For as I wait in the present,
I feel so alone.

Another day passes, and I'm just here at home.