Turn It Around

Cloudy mind,standstill soul,hidden emotions,nowhere to go.Restless nights,dreary days,questioning myself and my ways.Empty moments,time's passing me by,why do I always have to ask why?A little spark here,a little spark there,reality strikes,never know when nor where.Do we feel?Do we know?It seems we care not where we go.Take the blindfold,throw it down,start to turn things back around.

 by:Heather Hughes