Villanelle

Automatic strides to sprint through the day.
Feeling hopeless and weak.
Running out of options, now it's time to pray.

Looking out the window, the whole world has turned grey.
No different than the scenery, the future looks bleak.
Automatic strides to sprint through the day.

There's a difference between growing up, and losing the urge to play.
Now admitting it's not a phase, not an unusual streak.
Running out of options, now it's time to pray.

So close to touching happiness, if it's summer then I'm May.
I need to be carried back to reality, maybe I do need a slap across the cheek.
Automatic strides to sprint through the day.

Surprising myself with the strength and will to stay.
Hoping the future brings more happiness, what I'd give for just one peek.
Running out of options, now it's time to pray.

Identical to a broken wire, ending with a fray.
A purpose and a genuine smile is really all that I seek.
Automatic strides to sprint through the day.
Running out of options, now it's time to pray.