Some Days.

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Some days,

I want to be like the wind

Invisible, but effecting so much on your soul.

Some days,

I want to be lazy 

Composing with the ink

Writing with the sounds

Doing the things that keeps up the smile

It turns out crazy 

It’s not Intended and that’s the beauty.

Some days,

I want to be alone,

Lie amongst dead leaves 

And think out loud 

While I fiddle with my phone.

Some days,

And you realize, life’s too short

To not try to be MAD

Make A Difference 

Be like the sprinkler,

Keep the world green with your intent.

Some days come;

And we will look back with joy,

 We will say we achieved.

Poet & Muse: slow_zeus

Capturer: Nathan Skye

IG & Twitter : @slow_zeus

IG: @Nathanskye_imaginary