Here we are again my pretties,
A chorus of confused thoughts lost at sea.

A broken record of questions,
Incessant curiosity for what's around the corner.

But this is a day
A day I'm in
A sky so quiet
It chose me to listen
I'm in this day
A day of blue.

I didn't feel joy in that place of paradise,
Is this me sunk in a vat of viscous apathy?

I admire the cat wandering aimlessly,
Basking in the sun.
The beautiful majestic feline I long to be, free.

Then a wind surrounded me
A hug so personal
I froze.
I'm in this day,
I belong to it
A day better than tomorrow.

Skeletal branches wait patiently,
Unfazed by frost, by Mondays.
I love them fiercely
Lightning-struck scars and all.

Today is the time for me
This breath is alive
The air is mine
My lungs are the trees
This day is mine
They gave it to me.

I follow my own path
And if the world rejects me
For who I am
Let them have their laugh

I focus on what I want
Things may not be easy
But easy things don’t really last

The world keeps spinning
Regardless of who you are
Going slow or going fast
We all have our own pace
Don’t compare,
It’s not fair to yourself

You were meant for this Earth
Even if things don’t seem that way
Sometimes our vision may be blurred
But there may be a lesson to be learned
Love yourself it’s a truth untold
Follow your path,
It’s a life of your own

One, two, three...
I wake up again to this reality,
Dull smiles, fake faces that insist to hide.
For people tend to cover what they really feel inside.

Hey...
Didn't you feel the world already ended?
Don't you notice that the usual excitements have already faded?
To this game we have played we've been already defeated.

Hush...
Don't cry...
No one will see your tears.
Wear your mask,
it's alright...
This world has already been swallowed with fears.

This chain that restricted us to fly up high,
To feel the breeze and the horizon on the line of this endless sky.
We are dancing in the palm of this cruel reality,
Driving us to the end of our innocence and sanity.

Your green skin sun-baked,
Crunchy and crispy.
Gummed rice lay over,
Sticky and mushy.
Orangey carrot sliced thin,
Fishy Fish chopped symmetrically,
Unwilling they aligned
bearing the cacophony of sticky and crispy.

Nescient avocado,
Addle-pated eggy,
joined the jarring combination.
Grudgingly they were rolled,
Trimmed into circular disk.
Melding of those was awry
Heedlessly the dish a masterpiece,
Loved by small and Big
Praised by all.

Whatever things may be,
Bad from the start,
Dont be sad for the end
For it may be different,
From what you expect.