There is always hope

Weeping, sorrowful lost thoughts,
trailing over the morning sun as it shows itself in my window,
always trying, trying to make sense of it,
the sad thoughts settle heavy and stuck,
like heavy boots stuck in mud.
Wish that I could fly beyond,
never feeling like lead,
Wanting always to stay around,
stay on Earth's solid ground,
Don't dwell on things sad,
pick up and move on,
remember times smiles abound.