All kinds of days, all kinds of ways,
the sun can shine and the rain can fall.
All kinds of days, all kinds of ways,
the indescribable, one-of-a-kind can occur.

There will be days
where nothing goes right,
and content seems unattainable.
There will be days
that seem irreplaceable,
while others are normal, consistent.

There will be days
that exhaust you,
days that
confuse,
amuse,
and lose you.

There will be days
that make you wonder about all that
allows you to do so.
Times that send you
thinking,
unstoppable,
down a never ending path.

There will be days
when a song you have never liked,
makes your playlist,
and is never taken off.
Days where you notice
something that has never seemed noticeable before.

There will be days
where you think
that all in existence,
everything that makes up our minds- ourselves,
is grey.

Days that leave you questioning,
when you cannot tell
whether something is
black
or
white.

These days upon days,
morphing our timelines of grey.
Passing us,
to join the past,
leaving us with
inevitable change.

There will be days
that catch you off guard,
and days that days past
make you ready for.

And black, white, or grey,
sunshine or rain,
I hope you live
every

one
as your last,
and truly treasure
your days.