On this day I gaze.
Out the window I daze.
Are these feelings permanent or are they just a phase?
It's been a while since I've been happy, so joy is a stranger.
Should I accept? Or keep depression, I'm pretty sure I can tame her.
I keep my mind closed off so my emotions are never known.
Answer my own questions. No fear unlike I've never flown.
Nor shown, my inner-workings.
My ambitions and goals are just silently lurking,
and on the line between the inevitable and impossible, I'm flirting.