Different Me

Each day receives a different me.

I think and act adaptively.

On days the sun revives my soul,

An inner fire uncontrolled,

I rarely sit or settle down,

Creating, fixing, running ’round.

Yet other days are clouded, still.

I rest and keep a lighter pace.

I seek a still and quiet space.

Other days are in-between,

With ebb and flow from scene to scene.

I listen to my spirit’s need

And act in line with what’s decreed.

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