So it is you this time around that has been dealt a blow?

Well, that is just how these things go..

Things come back around they say

For every seed we sow

We pay.

This day a cold wind blows

Tomorrow, no one knows

Everyone baffled

Where is our future?

Do we have one even?

In this life, a season gone in the blink of an eye

We grow old

We die

Not enthusiastic for a short life of suffering

No shield buffering the pain

In the end only darkness

Cold

Pouring rain