Some days it feels, you have jets on your heels.

That the feeling will last forever.

Then some days you find, that your laces are tied.

Your laces are tied together.

Some days you find, that your tongue gets tied.

Words are shy and won’t be spoken.

Some days words flow, like the sea to the shore.

In waves the barriers are broken.

Some days it seems, your plans are just dreams.

Which disappear when they are awoken .

Some days your fears, outweigh your ideas.

Which lie in silence, in bits, and broken.

Somedays is somedays, not all days and always.

There’s always somebody smiling.

There’s always laughter, occasional happy ever after.

But be aware of the the fake and beguiling .