These are the days...

Of leisure and plenty of time,
Of vacant days and barren nights,
Of some music and some books,
Of plenty of new unseen sights,
These are the days...

Of checking for unrecieved calls,
Of empty inboxes and waiting eyes
Of restlessness and disappointment,
Of text messages and no replies,
These are the days...

Of daily bickering and foul mood,
Of aimless wandering for naught,
Of tasks waiting to be touched,
Of motivation still to be saught,
These are the days...

Of memories sparkling bright,
Of reminiscing distant years,
Of remembering the easy laughs,
Of recalling those heartfelt tears,
These are the days...

Of walking new first steps,
Of fearing what the future holds,
Of uncertainty and anxiety,
Of apprehension of what unfolds.
These are the days...