FICKLE MINDED

Some days 

Just living is such a chore 

My insides are sore 

I am tired to the core 

I want to sleep more 

And then some more...... 

Voila! Lightning-

Abruptly, there will be a spark 

To dispel the gloomy dark 

I will be singing like a lark 

As whirlwind I will embark 

On life, make my mark!

It takes but a moment for winds to change....

~FICKLE MINDED

MS