who are you/ the who

Sadness and sorrow suroundyou.
Named after a saint you can't touch.
Your days come and go
Just keep cool and know.

Not all days end with graves counted and heroes lost.
Time to go through normal routine.
coffee,smokes work all that bullshit.

Life turns round and round.
The world keeps changing you just have to accept it.
Your actions  can not help make or destroy the reality that is.

A hazy picture of what should be and what is expected of you.
Changes bringing you down escaping to fields of peace and joy.

A one way railway disaster, taking you through night time depression.
All your work trashed and wasted.

Things seem so much better years ago, no troubles or hassles.
Now rushing to find a place to hide forever.

Flashbacks of times forgotten were they even real?
Her standing there reaching out to you, holding her hand
running together . . . . . she loves you?

She loves you and all is fine

Looking and feeling . . .you know in your life all was ok , you were loved and in love.