Days

There are days…

I wake up in the morning with a tune in my head

A warm, sweet tune that helps me get out of bed.

A tune that actually makes me anticipate the day.

A tune that makes me believe everything is okay.

There are days…

I wake up in the morning with another tune in my head.

I wonder why this tune tells me to stay in bed.

This tune, so early, already makes me hate the day,

reminding me that nothing is really ever okay.

There are days…

I love walking with my head held up high

as I watch the clouds and rays of light pass me by.

I remember nothing except the moment I am in

as I hurriedly try to grab everything that life is offering.

There are days…

I’m not sure how to walk without looking at the ground

as I avoid any contact and try not to make a sound.

I remember everything with a lump in my throat

as I walk slowly… I think I need a life boat.

There are some days I like and some days I hate,

days I love food and days I can’t even look at the plate.

There are days filled with beauty and days, oh, so bland,

days filled with joy and days left unplanned.

The sun sets and I lay in bed as I say,

“Regardless, I hope tomorrow will be a better day.”