That time of the year...

That time of the year again,

Stress season,

It's the season of endless work,

and almost no drive,
As I stare out the window,
Lush green hills, shining blue sea,
Golden rays of sunlight that becacon to me,
Nostalgia floods over me,
And I begin to yearn for life,
To relive all those golden moments
With those I love,
Over a cup of coffee,
At the nearest cafe,

That time of year when I fall in love,

With someone who doesn't love me back,
Time of contempation,
A time to look back,
On twelve fitful years,
To remember all who's come and gone
Each memory supplants itself,
Like a Poisoned Rose thorn,
All those who I missed and whom I will miss:
They laughed at strange dreams
Then come true somehow, I ask
Who is laughing now?