Having settled, life is but a kaleidoscope of attitudes; said state switches with the environment. Full-on war song; a rise to the challenge, changes with the shocking revelation, sometimes life dictates a more cautious approach.

Caring enough to cause change, a sometimes-amorphous attitude; seeing a splendid butterfly beyond the cocoon. How marvelous, but then there are days … what, you’ve had them, yea, gray days.

GRAY DAY

It’s a gloomy gray day outside,

I can hear a cold wind blowing.

Does the wind ever feel lonely?

There’s just no way of knowing.

I know it dampens my spirits,

Like a good rain does to the ground.

Just me and that blue empty feeling,

Whenever the suns not around.

Gray covers the bright warm sunshine,

That allows living things to grow.

Now gray mood matches the outside,

I’m a sunshine man don’t you know.

In victory, there must be a beginning, but cautious holding of tongue can be winning.

A cause meta morphs into wonder, but for now, a gray cloud I sit under.