Strange are the days when I don't run
strange are the days when I don't smile
strange are the days without sun

rare are the days without water
rare are the days without laughter
rare are the days without prayer

uncommon are the days which are quiet
uncommon are the days without music
uncommon are the days without stories

the feelings missed
hormones not released
leading to a chemical imbalance

the rarities of life sometimes good
yet other times leaving a void

Days are given
days are numbered
each filled with its own misery and splendor