Thoughts on a Sunny Day

Woe is me

From happiness I doth flee

Time races past

I’m a ship without a mast

The days are dark and filled with pain

Will I ever be sane

Days turn into years

Who can erase my fears

I cling to hope and pray

Of a future happy day

For now I’ll bide my time

And dream of green hills I may climb

With no strength or energy

I’m a prisoner of my own body

I’ll retreat into my mind

What wonders I will find

Traveling the universe faster than light

I’ll return in a fortnight

If you care pray for me

Of a day when I’m happy and fancy free

By Zachary Uram

(C) 2023

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