There are days when I just float by
there are days when I catch butterflies
and then there are days when I quench some
in the deep of my pit as they flutter around
I turn a child and throw tantrums towards life
I paint a rainbow with fourteen colours
that refuse to merge in white…
however much I turn the wheel of my time
I write a verse that challenges rules my fingers are taught
I drive that ever haunting urge away
to see it back again at my very threshold
I cry I smile I laugh I rejoice
the pleasure I draw when mirror stares back
I run my fingers in dusty hair
resonating within
love whispers sweet nothings
to awaken me to a lifetime of being me…
