Today I woke up to say…… The sun shines bright behind the clouds. The tulips are red beneath the dirt. And I hear sweet music in the thunderclouds. The shells adds texture to my eggs. My torn blouse will vent the heat. The broken TV allows for sweeter pursuits; yes, this day’s perfections’ complete. It’s all in how you choose to look; to see the way things are. You could choose to see a burning rock or the more beautiful falling star. Today with all my spirits high I saw behind the clouds - the sun. And pushing deep from underground the tulips red will soon be done. As so, I can ignore the shells and turn a blind eye to a tear. Rather than become upset, I choose not to miss the TV’s blare. Then BAM - like the striking of a clock my mood has turned to dark despair and all those things that didn’t matter are things I can’t help now but care. Nothing ever goes right for me. No one cares to see they do. I tire of living through this pain. Perhaps death and I should rendezvous. Or, I think, instead, I’ll return to bed and go back to my slumber. I pray when once again I wake I’ll hear music in the thunder.