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Here Comes The Sun - The Beatles

"Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter

Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here"

03.01. 2021

I am lost.

Way deep into a one-way street with no return signs.

My whole life has been nothing but ticking a series of never — ending checkboxes.

That perfect plastic mold,

Prone to being poked and shaped everyday,

Devoid of life, devoid of a soul, devoid of an opinion.

Everybody seems to know what's best for me,

Everybody, but me.

I- don't know how to describe this feeling.

Regretting,

All the things I could've done but didn't,

and all the people I could've been with.

Nostalgic,

Of the good days, wishing I had 'Carpe diem — ed' them more often.

Scared,

Of what lies ahead and whatever comes after.

Confused ,

At which stop to get down on, and where to head from there.

Everyone seems to have a dream to catch, a destination to arrive at.

They're all leaving this suffocating little place for the charming cities with big bright lights.

Everyone ... but me.

So, you see where I'm coming from ?

But, throughout this shitty period ,

There is something that keeps me going,

Some who fill me with a sense of belonging,

They who are willing to listen'

And speak for me;

I then turn to their verses.

" John ,

Paul ,

Ringo ,

And George.

It's you,

It has always been you "

(Faint strumming)

" Here comes the sun, do, dun, do, do

Here comes the sun, and I say

It's all right "

I wake up,

Expecting the worst.

But ...

The warm winter sun on my back gives me a gentle reassuring pat.

Today is indeed a new beginning ,

I nod back, in affirmation.

All is not lost,

Not yet.

"Little darling, the smile's returning to their faces

Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here"

Today ' s not the the first time the sun has risen on top of this valley of perpetual darkness ,

Nor the last.

" Here comes the sun, do, dun, do, do"

There is a slight hint of promise in the winds

A different ending,

A different tomorrow.

"Here comes the sun, and I say

It's all right"

I pick up my fallen pieces ,

Shove all the baggage into a shiny new american tourister,

Pull at the firm plastic-ky handle,

And walk across the dirt splattered grey and white patches of asphalt ,

My own abbey road.

" Sun, sun, sun, here it comes

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes "