On Good Days We Smile, on Bad Days We Cry, and In Between, We Exist
Some days are good days, some days are bad days
And then there are those days, those are the best days
On a good day, I want to conquer the world
— no — I know I can conquer the world!
I can touch, feel and mould my larger-than-life dreams
I can move mountains, sway opinions, and shift perceptions with my words
I can, I can! Wait and watch, it’s going to be huge!
On a bad day, I couldn’t care less
Dreams are drapes to stay in the dark and block out reality
Mountains are immovable
Opinions are for idiots
Perceptions are biased and flawed — and, really, whatever.
In between, I think.
On a good day, I yearn for a run
I can run for miles — breathless but not tired, sweaty but not spent
My muscles are taut, my movement free-flowing
I don’t have a narrow waist, less-than-full bosom, or petite hips
But look at me, I’m beautiful. And I’ve earned this bod!
