Some Days | The Maine

Some days feel alone

on your own, like a rolling stone

a perfect waste

of a perfect day

some days feel like chores

you get more

than you bargained for

a heavy plate, for one to undertake

I hate to say I told you so

but I just thought I’d let you know

some days, they taste like lemonade

some days, can feel like razor blades

I wish I could float away

some days

some days smell like spring

birds they sing

jasmine’s blossoming

everything, oh it’s everything

sometimes things can seem evergreen

like the tv screen

“reality”, is reality

float away, I wish I could float away