low I feel

If I wake up it will be gone,
Like the snowman melts away on a sunny dawn,
But the child in me want to play simply more,
It don't want to leave this dream that mends,
The source of strength to bare the reality,
Preserving the faith with forces it lends
Shaking and vibrating this dream of mine breaks,
Panicking attacks are clearly awake,
Draining chaos chains me up,
And punch me back for every transgress,
Watching the distance star twinkle,
I tried to make me forget about what hurt,
For I lived years in darkness,
It is an escape at times everyone like it.
Time and again with clocks own cycle,
We shade the pasted us and become being simpler,
Blank stare into the vacant canvas call sky,
Ask us to hope and believe until we die,
That someday soon we'll be wrapped in warm fuzzies,
But till then withstand the fluky days.
And as P. B Shelley said"if winter comes can spring be far behind? "...