Some days I wonder and let my thoughts linger
And on others I get rid of my thinking cap
Some days I rush into organization
And on others the clutter just doesn’t bother me
Some days I love being active throughout the day
And on some others a couch potato life I enjoy
Some days I envy and I worry
Think too much and compare too much
And on others letting go is so easy
Some days make me furious and fuming
And on some others, it just doesn’t matter
Some days get me excited and thrilled
Dressing up, adding colours to the day
And some others are so dull; even my coffee yawns back at me
Some days I admire and am grateful for the life I have
And on others I just cannot stop cribbing
What is the magic that sets apart some days from the others?
Some days things matter, and on some others they will not?
Our state of mind dictates it all
Tells us what to take seriously and what not
I give in to moods too much I realise
Old habits die hard, my father says
Remembers the first complaint about me from kindergarten
She’s very moody they told him
I laugh as I see my 8 month old following suit
Will history repeat, will be fun to note
Right or wrong? I contemplate
On this difference in my responses
On giving in to moods
On having a different mood every day?
Only being a human, I assure myself
After all, who but a human has mood differences I ask?
I ain’t no machine
Or a computer program
Where the same input gives the same output all the time
I cannot predict you, my better half laughs
Heck, I cannot predict myself I say – and join in his laugh!
I will live the present mood
Allow it to shape my day
And create a memory of this moment
The way it is, impulsive, without any predisposition
I cannot give in to one state of mind forever
Cannot make it platonic ever
I cannot have just one mood
Because I am a human
I am a human.
The curious crackle 