Sideswiped

Fast forward What I say Doesn't matter Anyway Can't believe in anything When winter follows spring Harsh words Often sway Too many Like to play They say anything When their hat's in the ring I feel it's true Hope can win through Though often sideswiped By lovers of doom False tongue A falser face Never won That kind of race Speak my truth no matter what Even when I'd better not Take a breath I stop and pray In these Tepid days Looking back at battles fought Overrun with second thoughts I got it right No that's a lie I wish I may I wish I might Find a way Out of this fight Eyes strain In unlit rooms Voices call out In the gloom And here I am pulling strings Afraid of what tomorrow brings