Slumped in my chair with a present headache,
sits this idea for me to write everyday.
Is it possible I ask myself,
to jump with such joy while have this frown on my face.
The flowers over the wall seem pretty,
so does the sky when sun sets.
Clouds dipped in soft colors sleeping high up against a changing canvas,
makes me realize that…
Laying on my bed as my mind drifts,
I am stuck in wonderland as the minutes stroll by.
Maybe with a change of attitude and personality,
my walk through the door might be much easier.