Dawn & Dusk

Depression is a forecaster
And a bad one at that
It took me a while
To learn this important fact

He gestures dramatically
At his clouds of woe
Sweeping in from afar
Driving out all hope

Tomorrow always heralds
At least some sprinkles of failure
And there is always a possibility
Of powerful gusts of betrayal

But when I had a look
At Depression’s teleprompter
I realised the same lines
Are always delivered

No matter what has happened
Or what could come
He always declares that my chance
Of a better future is gone

I was so caught up
In his warnings of despair
That I never looked back
To see how his forecasts fared

It was then I saw
The many times he was wrong
Or even when he was right
That it never lasted long

So now I face
The tumult of life’s weather
Prepared for any storms
But expectant for something better