I'm up and down
like a merri-go-round.
Each day has its unique position...
Since I never know
how the day will yet go,
I can end up in unknown condition.
Sometimes, I arise
Like an owl, sharp and wise,
Greeting the dawn with ambition.
My attitude should,
Like my prospects be good,
Then, attack is with full ammunition.
Some days I awake,
In my head there's an ache,
Good intents locked behind inhibition.
Fear clouds my day
As I, then, trudge away,
While wishing to be a magician.
Whatever my mood,
Whether joyful or rude,
determines my day's proposition.
If I start with a prayer
And a smile I will dare,
My ride has a sweet composition!
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