Live every day the best that you can
You will never know, how long it will span
Take on each day, with a new and fresh view
See how high you can go, how far you pursue

Don't be afraid, of the scary things in life
They're there for a reason, that reason is strife
If it all was green, you would never know red
Would you even know blue, or just be mislead

Live each day the best that you can
You will never know, how long it will span
Remember this note, it's the same for all
You live many days, but get only one fall

Bran Hill - 2020 # 36

Today I cut my own hair
Locked in my room
Drowned in despair
My eyes are more green today

Today I cut my own hair
I'm always so tired
But sleep can't compare
Cause the noise sneaks through the door

Today I cut my own hair
I notice patterns in myself
Yet I can never prepare
For the lingering threat of the dark

In mental compartment of mind
a delicate balance must be found.
Boxes of memories are stacked
careful not to tip them
Careful to stack into their
color coded container.

Red for past pain
Blue for sadness that forsaken me
Green for money had lost and had again.
Purple for people who come and go.
Yellow for happy thoughts to fly in mind.
Orange for moments of change needing to accept.
Pink for memories of play with inner child.
Indigo for dreams seeded for future.

A mental compartment in mind, I carry.
And sometimes they tumble only for me
to re examine, cry,
and make a rainbow.