Awaken with a heavy sigh,
Rub the sleep out from my eyes.
Staring again at letters and words
Read the headlines; how absurd.
When will a day start that is fresh?
When will I ever be free of the pests?
Do I turn my head?
Do I look away?
Do I have to see this every damn day?
When will it be different?
When will it be fine?
Tired now of hearing the same old line.
Do I need to change?
My life; do I rearrange?
To balance out the good from the bad,
Dreaming of what I once had.
