I want to spend my mornings, Reading poetry instead of news, Wishfully thinking, Of how the day would look, Then actually make it happen,...

Today seemed like a great day, To sit under the old tree, Out in the middle of nowhere, With lush green grass, And cows mooing at...

For me, Yesterday didn’t happen. It was all a dream, Or a nightmare of sorts, With overlapping conversations, And fantastic stories, Too...