Days are long now,
shifting between being happy in grey and sunshine.
Some things pass quickly,
some dont seem to move at all.
One picks my stomach
One makes me happy
others leave me cold and feeling like a dry bean.
Its like I have two lives, one to end soon
and one thats just beginning, someday in a year.
How come I only show my first face?
Theres not many knowing who I really am.