Sometimes when I think I don't go anywhere
Don't do anything interesting
Hardly see anybody
Always the same old same old
I sit
Just sit
And a smile spreads from my chest
All the way to my lips
And I can see my interesting life
Populated with loving people
The many journeys, near and far
That I take everyday
That all seem to tell me that
This mood too shall pass...
2 comments:
And also this shall pass, was already an old saying around the last gleatcher gliding by, most often thought by trees, but then again, happiness returns.
...or it is always there, we just seem to lose it sometimes then re-find it...
Thank you for your poetic comment.
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