Why

Sometimes low sometimes high,
A different emotion every time.
Sometimes thoughtful sometimes blank
This melange, I wonder why.

Sometimes shallow sometimes deep,
At times strong sometimes weak
A messy head wavering feet
Ever so often I wander the streets

Why is it so fickle?
Why can't things be more simple.
Sometimes sure sometimes not,
Back to a familiar story of sorts.

A snowy evening

Ah! Life seemed to brighten up on a dark evening. And suddenly everything seemed perfect!
I picked a nice milk chocolate and headed for the balcony. It had started snowing. Somehow, the flakes of snow winding past in the light of neon street lights made my day. I had to go out, but alone. The last thing on my mind was look for company.
Confetti on an uneventful day was ironic I thought. Well, I won't complain!
The melancholy melody of Carla Bruni(http://www.last.fm/music/Carla+Bruni) was waiting to get out of my head. It felt like a walk in a artsy French movie where the protogonist decides to hell with the world and takes a walk on a snowy evening.

Before mundane worries begin to bother me,
I thought it out this very day.
Noon upon the clock,
A man may put pretence away
Who leans upon a stick,
May sing, and sing until he drop,
Whether to maid or hag:
I carry the sun in a golden cup,
The moon in a silver bag.