Do not know what the last four seasons have done to me

The winds of Life are trying me, my vigor, my verve
Just until the last summer, I could give enliven a morbid soul
Do not know what the last four seasons have done to me…

Friends say my eyes were a window to the universe, not so long ago,
The twinkle in my eyes has been washed away with the dust I guess
Do not know what the last four seasons have done to me…

Is it Mid Life Crisis? Such terms I do not believe in thou,
My well wishers make me feel worn out; tired I get, too fast
Do not know what the last four seasons have done to me…

My Spirit is meant to Live, is something I know,
Then why do I drive my soul mates away when they try to bring a cheer in my routine?
Do not know what the last four seasons have done to me…

Busy I have become with the Excel Sheets and House Laundry,
Left far behind are times of solitudinal bliss in the lap of nature,
Do not know what the last four seasons have done to me…

I take pride in admitting my deafness to the language of my heart,
Some say successful people do not have time to listen to their own voice…I did..
Do not know what the last four seasons have done to me…

Awaiting the end of this Wait; to rejuvenate the Red in my veins,
I know I will, for I am HIS Chosen one, but the time is too trying
Do not know what the last four seasons have done to me…

Wish to lean on her shoulder, cry out , breathe the fresh air once again
Hope she comes my way without making me say so…
…Do not know what the last four seasons have done to me…