No Day like Today

Some ghosts come back to hug us,

Some affective disorders

Finally go away.

Their untold secret is they get bored

and maybe a little upset

after messing around

all this time inside my head. 

Here we go again

No worrying  perspective,

No negative thinking,

No tomorrow to procrastinate

Or yesterday to call August;

I’m a soap bubble flying around

My changing  colours - ready to collide

With a sunlit surface.

Yes, you won’t catch me

Unless  you go back on your promise.