furthermore

furthermore I wish I realized that

I was in bygone times before the great days cruised me by

furthermore it went so fast

are the great days behind me ?

I couldn't say whether what's to come is splendid

I don't have the foggiest idea

I'm experiencing every day with the expectation it improves

think of myself this sonnet but on the other hand it's sort of a letter

that I will peruse later on and ideally that this is only an awful stage this is only a dismal day

furthermore in the end it will end up being positive my way I trust !