My thoughts are grey and hurried.
My heels click a pavement rhythm
that’s awfully fast and fed-up.
My true self easily gets buried
in the soil of daily hum.
I often forget to look up.
But why always so worried?
When I lift my eyes from my glum,
I see yellow and smiles erupt
with petals and hearts a flurry.
They’re the sun I yearn to become:
my game plan now feels upped.