Whoa! It's nearly eleven at night,
Hounded by things, out of sight.
Today read and saw positive things,
Yet my mind goes round in rings.

Can't seem to get in a festive mood,
With Christmas here, it's a bit rude.
Despite lifted by what I read,
Feelings, whatever are now shred.

Come weekend, I'll be a happy fake
As I venture northerly to a lake.
My mind tells me just day by day,
But I look to next week okay.

Isn’t that I look forward, cheerfully,
But if I action my thoughts fearfully.
I wonder if my life...