my place in the world

When you drive top down
Feel the wind in your hair
Seeping through your skin
Making your blood sing
It was that kind of a day.  

When your mind is uncluttered
With thoughts of hypothetical situations
, unspoken resentments
&broken promises
It was that kind of a day

When a bitch crying by roadside
Over her puppy' s dead body
Gives you a fresh perspective
About what really matters
It was that kind of a day

When mere walking becomes cathartic
You feel the joy of your senses unapologetically
You hear the call of the universe
&the skies smile down on you
It was that kind of a day

When you are sure of your place in the world
Have no doubt about being God's favourite child
When nothing could go wrong
&the fucking world is MY biatch
It was just that kinda day