making progress
seems the hardest thing,
when every morning
is so grey and today is just the same
as every other for weeks
these days are dark for you,
and i wish i could see through,
your defence and this fence you've built all around
because talking isn't working, things stay the same
making progress is still the hardest thing
youre mornings are still grey,
but clear enough to see that nothings changed its still the same