Cobwebbing Labyrinth

In an idyllic summer comes the storm,

In a chilling winter comes the heatwave,
Leaves me restless;remain only broken norms,
I know I can fight,I will be brave.

And one feel-good spring dawns,
I see the mist fading away,
The sun unveils the fog,the gloomy spawn,
But the mist comes back,leaving me in fray.

So comes the blithe autumn,
The freshness and the joy of the sky,
Reflects my moods in solemn,
But invincible weariness captures the butterfly.

It takes a piece of my heart,
It takes a piece of my mind,
I wonder how everytime it falls apart,
I wonder how it leaves me blind.