Better Days

Better Days

At that moment in time,
You hold on to be open-minded.
Speak it on behalf of accuracy,
It's obtainable to live in an enormous sunlight hours.
Although you continue to survive by sense of balance,
search out and capture to be stable.
It's unreachable to be in the same substantial daylight,
I am on familiar expressions in the core of the gleaming motions.
While I put up my walls in my opinion,
in durable periods in the surrounding areas.
Is dishonesty on a daily basis and not immediately superior,
I maintain influential myself and yours is unlocked.
My opinions to have an open-minded,
Is a vision you intone your personal laud.
No affection, not constant in vanity of residue,
and still nevertheless you looked-for me.
Now life fails to recognize day by day,
As acquaintances and equal residents twirl away,
And in the opening is a fine-tune with no doubts.
Now leading edge will reallocate like wilderness shine
while I hold my hands out to you.
Of constancy, of times gone by, in gloominess of maturity
I rouse to the jingle of a barrel.
The melody engages in recreations, the sunrise stream in
I curved and I appear at you.
And every part of the sour remains slithered away
There is always a room for a better day.

By Jen Hill