Nice Days
by beighartman
On days that I’m working
It’s always so beautiful outside
And I bewail that I can’t enjoy
Sun splashed mornings
Chased by balmy afternoons
With an idle zephyr that bitten into,
Tastes of euphoria
But then again,
Maybe everyday is this beautiful
And I slouch till two in the afternoon
Not having the slightest inclination
To go beyond my dank room on the days
That I’m not ensnared behind a desk
Observing lives whittled down
To the pursuit of dead presidents
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Yeah, and when you do go out and enjoy those days your always thinking or talking about something that takes away it’s magnificence. When was the last time you felt free?
I enjoy reading this,and truth be told, beautiful days freak me out a bit, they come with the “I’ve got to enjoy this, I have to…” sort of feeling. I end up getting lost into this frenzy. Maybe I am just neurotic…but in any case, I enjoy reading your depiction of nice days