Some mornings, you wake up
With a deep rooted feeling
Of gladness and satisfaction,
With thoughts that everything
All around you is basically
Just right.
A few other times, you are up
With that feeling that says
Your day might just be a
Little cloudy.
Sometimes, even cloudier
With a bright morning sun
Just about warming up
Everyone else.
Either ways,
Whatever feelings the
Wind blows on you,
Strings of thoughts
Stream on through your mind.
On and on it goes
Or just once in a while.
Thoughts of hopes and dreams
On different levels or faces.
A conscious doing in the
Minds whose feelings maybe
For the day unaccomplished.
Dreams and thoughts
Of where you want to be.
Actually, ought to be.
Thoughts of your dream man
Or woman.
What you hope or wish they
Would be like.
Thoughts of what you should
Have done.
And a new outline
Of how it would better be done.
Thoughts of what to do
To bring you more money
And lesser problems.
To feel, be great without
A groan deep inside.
About the work you do
Or wake up facing
unaccomplishments.
Thoughts, thoughts and thoughts.
We would always think
And hope to make things better.
However way, you view
This world to be;
Fallen, sad, beautiful or opportunity filled.
Thoughts and acts
of ways forward will
Always be there for us all
Helping to see us through.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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