Daylight Comes And Then It Goes. Poem by Sandra Kavanagh Josefsson

Daylight comes and then it goes,
and nothing ever seems to change.
I have my dreams.
I have my hopes.
But they are not within range.

Its hard to feel,
in an unfeeling world,
where no one understands.
The path I go on
is never straight,
but follows different strands.

I wish things could be different,
I really do,
But thats not the case for me.
The daylight comes and then it goes
and reveals what we need to see.

Verse: Sandra Kavanagh (c)