I feel some days are better then others.
As so many of us do.
Some days I wake up happy.
And some days I just wanna stew.

I don't like stew days.
Not wanting to talk or knowing what to say.
Just lost in a fog bank.
Waiting for a lighthouse to show me the way.

Trying to keep a smile on my face.
These are the days that are so long and meaningless.
Trying to keep my chin up high.
But they seem to last forever and become so tedious.

I wait for the next morning with baited breath.
Not knowing if I'll awake refreshed or still broken.
It's like being a contestant on a game show.
Claim your prize and take your token.