Spring comes, Winter dies

Spring blossoms again. How marvelous the beauty of a flower bush blossoming in Spring. They look pleasant, peaceful, serene. So full of colour, full of live, innocence and beauty. If only life was as simple, as vibrant yet serene. Maybe it is for some, maybe many, just seems too difficult to ever grasp that simplicity, the peace, the colour. Just can't seem to find that colour in my life. Life is all drained out, too many mistakes, too much lost. I think I've dropped my paintbrush along life's way and just kept going. And now it's too late to turn back, and too early to stop. Life has become become grey.