Moods

 

Whether it rains or shines

there seems no reason or season

for how I come to greet a day

Often surly and downcast

lacking in energy or any real zeal

a dull lack lustre feel, a vacant stare

Stagnant and bereft of any seed of inspiration

introspective and just tired of it all

Was it something I ate the night before

or a film I saw or book I read?

Was I disgruntled when off to bed?

Then love arouses and ameliorates my soul

and snowflakes of passion gently fall

as I yearn for an embrace

or a kiss

moments of tenderness and bliss

Then brightness shines anew

without reason or flurry I am in a hurry

excited, vibrant with interest in and out

sociable and optimisitc all about

Later subdued and ponderously reflective

Then anger falls with a clang

something in my head goes bang

Sadness and depression ferment together

I know not what I weep for

Am I the victim of some mania

a chemical imbalance in my cerebal cavity?

I feel out of order, strangely lost

like a balloon blown about and tossed