My life is often different from how I thought it would be I thought that I would always bounce on clouds of ecstasy I thought I’d be connected to my most insightful self I’d always live inspired; on the deepest thoughts I'd dwell
I’d always be a’flowing on a stream wide and profound My face it would be glowing with the treasure it had found
But now my mind treads weary on the dusty paths of life Where days are bleak and dreary and with socks and style names rife
But in the rarest moment I meander on the path Where scents of yellow flowers waft to always dream me back.
January 9th, 2017 After being profoundly inspired by the movie Inside Out