Writing

Attitude

© Copyright 1992 by
Jayden Kneller

Why do there have to be extremes,
They make your life rather weird,
well.

I wake up alert in the morning,
I smell the fresh air of the day begun,
I'm glad I get up,
I'm happy today.

I see somebody who's awesome,
Right on,
They see I look fine,
They care about me.

Look who's coming
Right to me,
We talk,
You won't leave till I'm done.

They want me to sit with them,
I walk while I eat,
Is everyone done,
Lets go.

I go to sleep,
Ready for tomorrow,
Drifting into a dream,
Happy and memorable.

I feel a peace as I rise,
I see my friends beside me,
I can't believe my eyes,
I have wings.

I wake up tiresome in the morning,
I smell the stagnant air in the room,
Why do I get up,
It's just another lousy day.

I see someone I know,
So what,
They don't know my attitude,
They don't care.

Why do people run away from me,
Is there something wrong,
No one will tell me,
For they are gone.

I sit at dinner,
Eating away not talking,
Those around me get and leave,
Alone again.

The dead of night,
Everyone is asleep,
Not me,
I'm thinking.

I woke up,
Only to know that I am in a different place,
There is nothing around me,
I am dead.