I wanted to sing that one summer day,

when everything I believed was speaking

to my own aim toward a peace of mind.

These days didn’t have to be so rare

driven by petulant memories, all drawn

from the sometime embarrassment of life.

Sitting in my apartment one summer day,

I thought of what may lay ahead in my

eternal quest to find some satisfaction.

There’s always an option I would say

with a quiet mystery about my frame of

mind, drawn by some daily urgency.

I wanted today to be different than any

other so I might claim some originality.