Some Days... Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Some days I’m a butterfly
Light as an above cloud
Flying thru the bluest sky
Among the busy crowd
Daydreaming on and on
Full moon or sunshine
Till the day is almost gone
And my heart is feeling fine

Some days I am a rock
Low down and falling
My days are then out of luck
But my heart is still calling
Inside is just falling rain
Clouds drifting in their dark
Feelings in inside pain
Nowhere is seen a spark

Some days are varied days
Hours tides there calling
Many a complicated ways
Futures in moments falling
All my dreams are there still
In their ways of dreaming
Some tomorrows to fulfill
Forever their ways streaming