C.O.L.D.

Sitting upright in my bed all night,
Thoughts circle in my head about wrong and right,
The window is open as a cold breeze comes in,
Hearing the leaves whisper, awaiting the trees to come in,
A branch reaches in and grabs me,
Lays his arm over my heart so he traps me,
Is he trying to protect me from the cold?
Or is he placing a hold on my life so that I don't grow old?
Courage and bravery to outlast the cold is much needed,
But they wish to have food for thought, so I feed it,
Who's really fed up?
Freezing in the cold weakens me but somehow my head is kept up,
The branch pricks my body & soul with bark, so I've bled up,
I roll from under his burden - the heavy weight,
Feel like I'm drifting straight to Heaven, - that pearly gate,
Will it open? Let me in?
Am I chosen? The one to run through life with a grin?
Life's not a joke, though,
Trees breathe; it's cold outside - will you get the hint, though?
I tell you what I imagine when lead meets paper from my pencil,
Dreams tell me what I'm really feeling,
My thoughts slip away,
So I grab the fishing rod and begin reeling,
My mind's back in place,
Imagination is a mystery - I think we've got a cold case,
Or maybe a CSI?
The wind bullies me, pushes me,
It's invisible - will UCY?
I yearn for the strength and self-control,
But I have to earn what I see in my dreams,
And be properly prepared for what life may behold,
The untold story of it will never be told,
So I ponder my thoughts...
Maybe I should shut the window to stop the cold?

Why is life so hard?
Remember, no one said it was going to be easy.
Should I bail out on life and give up?
Or continue dreaming and endure beyond life's beatings?

C.O.L.D. = Currently Outliving Life & Dreams