the winter of my discontent

as i wade in the waters of uncertainty
my mind questions itself
on the maybes and whatifs
which i carelessly left behind without contemplating
their posibilites
would i be in a different light from now?
clearer skies or visions of fire
somehow something isn't right here
but holding on seems harder by the day
the wise men tell me that things will work out
but i somehow don't feel so
the changing oracles seem to make the
days bleed themselves
and it has been 4 bleeding months