Let Sleeping Dogs Lie

As I wipe the sleep,
from the corner of my eye.
Slowly… this slumber,
Will wake me from low to high.

My days are numbered,
so I feel they are.
When at my lowest,
I feel my mind is a mar.

So, what do I do,
on this low of all days.
Do I burrow back under,
or find other ways?

For to me, this World,
can be cruel to most.
Even though we all wish,
Fame and Riches we could boast!

Ok…so one morning,
I’m down, now I’m high!
On this new day,
My mind runs a’ spry!

Everything’s so wonderful,
For, my mind tells me so!
Oh, what the heck,
At least I’m not moving to slow!

So, again for me,
Days like these can last,
with ups and downs,
they all change so fast!

One moment I’m happy,
Next, all doom brings me down.
If only there were a median,
where I NEVER could frown.

RebeccaJeanine