May Flower

Days are good and times are bad,

such is the way of life.

My ways are flawed, my choices worse,

and all I do is gripe.

Winter storms had trapped me in,

stuck in insanity.

Now rainy days of spring have come.

What is reality?

Pouring rains and gloomy days,

my mood begins to sour.

What I wouldn't give away

to come across May Flowers.