When the days are shorter

When the days are shorter

I rush a little more

When the days are shorter

I ruminate a little longer

When the days are shorter

I laugh a little less

When the days are shorter

I feel like a hot mess

When the days are shorter

I compete with time

When the days are shorter

I feel like a mime

When the days are shorter

I struggle finding joy

When the days are shorter

I feel like an abandoned toy

When the days are shorter

It’s harder to see the light

When the days are shorter

It’s easier to put up a fight

And yet when the days are shorter

There is still a lot of life