A Good Day
A good day is when I wake up
And I want to be awake.
A good day is when I can talk to my friends
Saying what I mean
Without wishing I could read minds.
A good day is when I can stand in front of a crowd
With a clear head
And steady hands.
When my heart doesn’t pound
At the thought of making a call
And I only sweat when I exercise.
My fingers are raw
From fighting the future
Just to enjoy the present.
I have no good days.