APRIL FOOL'S DAY

As I woke up in spring, I'd see your face

Smiling back at me in a shapeless haze

just in a wink of an eye, you were gone

I came running down the hallway still none.

As the tide rose, a thunderous voice out stand,

“Why do you always keep hurting this little hand?”

“Could you stop it?” and it took me by surprise;

When the car says “broom broom broom”, it'll suffice

Came down the rain and washed the scorpions out;

There came the sun glowing yellow and bright.

Pink roses and purple daffodils sprout

Over the vast fields, near the river site.

The light constantly as I bound my way

Carrying this heavy load, I'm gonna fly away

“Never refuse to be average always soar high”,

“Never give up”, that's what he taught with a sigh.

Now, I'm lying in the bed staring the stars

continue dancing in the space of scars

While going along the sounds and rhythm of life;

Imagination's still the mother of all “F” ups.