Some days I spend in nostalgia:

Half awake like a droopy flower

Reminiscing it's bloom.

Some days I flutter across

Blue skies , clear lakes , warm hearts.

I reach for the moon.

Some days I lie on my own:

Irked and hurt

By the world and it's sins.

Some days I row a boat

That I'd left halfway across the river,

With new passion and energy.

Some days I'm born

Out of my mistakes

And and everything wrong I've done.

Some days I let it be:

The flow of life.

Some days I'm just on my own.