(You ever have one of those days
when you wake up and say,
“The world’s not real today”?)
When the sky stays slate grey
and your thoughts are delayed
all just because something is not right in the air.
In the way that you talk,
how you walk, how you care.
Is it fair?
To have days when the world picks up pace
and doesn’t take the time to brush life in your face
so you walk through the hall,
and you wish, you just wish
that you could pull the fire alarm
or kiss someone, or punch someone,
and make everything feel slightly less like a dream.
But you don’t, ’cause your bright
and when day turns to night,
you look back to the day that gave you so much fright
and all that you can say as you turn off the light…
Today I’m alright.