i had the urge to write
about nothing, yes nothing,
except to say it is late,
and my lids are heavy now,
lights out, it is late,
Paper boats sail
on rainy nights….
Like childhood dreams.
And why is it that when I see those sunflowers
No amount of gloom and sadness can stay?
There are things that make our mundane life
a little brighter, a little chirper.
Like the sun, a friend’s hello, that little smile…
I was sad for awhile, then you came…..
We like to deal with the black’s and white’s of life
But the reality is it is mostly gray’s, and varying shades of colours,
We like a yes, or a no, but maybe’s are difficult
Compromise is weakness, and we need to decide.
Either this or that, no in between’s,
Tolerance for ambiguity is not allowed
We like sunny, or rain, not a day of both
We don’t like surprises, we’d rather be bored.
We hate conflicts, internal struggles, we like the norm
But inside our hearts is a perfect storm.
~ June 2013