Treblemaker

fog
foggy
mind is blank.
static
gone
where it went
thought?
no.
frustrating
fog envelops everything 
 

My thoughts can swirl around so fast
that putting it to paper becomes the most difficult
my mind is going 10000 miles per hour, and my hands can barly keep up at 50.
'Slow down!" my poor fingers might say
"think slower!' they complain

I feel gloomy gray and grim
harbored, labored chances slime
of seeing joy in life right now
dark and dim and done am I
~ ~
The sky has no hope in it now
being gray and cloudy bound,
sun has not peaked through at all

I've seen you before,
I'm sure I have,
And though we just met, I just had
such deja vu that I can't speak-
You are so familair to me. 
           ~           ~

Yeah- a teenagers life is by far not easy. So much responsibility is dumped on us
and so much is expected from us
and yet we are not trusted and sometimes not acknowledged by adults.
we all feel that,

Breathing in cool October air
is the beginning of this concerto;
looking at the sunrise over the mountains
is the opening.
As the piece moves forward
the notes go lower and higher
as the rolling hills go endlessly onward.