A skip in my step marks a new day.
Where not even the clouds,
Appear to be grey.
But as I jump along,
Continuing my path,
I can't help but wonder,
Where it is that I am going.
My eyes are clear and the air is pure,
So why can't I see what lies ahead?
It could be candy and games,
Pastures and pastries, love and a date,
If only I could see which I chase.
But instead of stopping my trip,
I continue for awhile,
And even though,
I can feel sadness brewing....
...I can't help but keep on smiling...
I'm new to poem writing but this is just a short attempt that I feel like many people can find themselves relating to it.
