Some days feel alone on your own like a rolling stone. A perfect waste of a perfect day. Some days feel like chores you get more than you bargain for. A heavy plate for one to undertake. I hate to say I told you so but I just thought I’d let you know. Some days they taste like lemonade. Some days can feel like razorblades. I wish I could float away some days. (Some days). Some days smell like spring birds they sing jasmine’s blossoming. Everything oh it’s everything. Some times things can seem evergreen like the TV screen. Reality it’s reality. I hate to say I told you so but I just thought I’d let you know. Some days they taste like lemonade. Some days can feel like razorblades. I wish I could float away some days. (I wish that I could float away). Float away I wish I could float away. I hate to say I told you so. Some days they taste like lemonade. Some days can feel like razorblades. Oh I wish I could float away