Spring's a new beginning when flowers bloom.
Is this the way I'll start my almost never-ending doom?
Summer's angry scorch flashes by.
Will dreams and hopes come true, or will it all be a lie?
Autumn trundles bye ever so gracefully.
Is this a relief after being tortured ever so distastefully?
Winter finally freezes over the wounds of life.
Can I finally settle down from the long seasons' strife?