I don't know why or where or how
But I do now know what I know now

Some days are gray and bleak and dreary

Others are gold and bright and cheery

On these days of gray I find myself fearing

Whatever would happen if life started veering?

I have a set path that I aim to follow,

But where will my path be going tomorrow?

Those days of gold come much too long after

Yet they bring me a road, in my life a new chapter.

They bring me a sense of belonging in life

They bring me a smile postponing my strife.

It is on these gold days when I truly do know

Where I belong and where I'm s'posed to go.

Then everything else won't matter at last

It's all just a lesson I learned in my past.

A dreary old time when the gray held so fast.

Now nothing, nothing, nothing but past.