There are days


In between the chaos of a day
I wander looking for a delight
A delight so wonderful,
It makes me happy I say
Can you escape it, the chaos they ask
Sure as it doesnt feel like a task
What is it you hide in those eyes?
Something I talked about as a delight
Its the driving madness I seek along
There are days I wake up and stare at it for long

Is it the beauty of a character you hold
Or the worlds where you are suddenly so bold
Why is it, it keeps you up at night
Yet you refer it as a delight
Maybe its an escape that keeps me alive
Making it something I always thrive
Its the smell of those words taking me along
There are days I wake up and stare at it for long

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