Everyday's Winter

making progress seems the hardest thing, 
when every morning is so grey 
and today is just the same 
as every other for weeks. 
these days are dark for you, 
and i wish i could see through, 
your defence and this fence 
you've built all around. 
because talking isn't working, 
things stay the same. 
making progress is still 
the hardest thing. 
youre mornings are still grey, 
but clear enough to see 
that nothings changed 
its still the same.