Somedays I feel ok, but others I fall flat. Somedays I look at the sky and wonder why is that? Somedays I stop to smell the flowers, their scents; very dear. Somedays I say, "Hello." and wonder if you hear. Somedays I search and search, and never find the end. Somedays I can't bear to look around the foggy bend. Somedays I pick up the pen and write. Other days I just want to fall to night.