Give me a day, where you let me tell you
All the colours the sky is, but blue.
I’ll tell you how I feel when I know it’s going to rain,
And how the accompanying grayness does nothing to keep me sane.
Give me a day, where I can let my hair be,
I’d colour it purple, or pink; or anything that defines me.
I’d give the blow dryer a miss, and let the fuzz stay,
I’d put on a hat, even a sombrero on a particularly bright day.
Give me a day, where there’s no time I’ve to be home,
Who knows if I’d meet someone magical? A giant? A gnome?
And it would be nice to be free from reason or rationale or both,
And be the person I’ve always wanted to be, before the self taken oath.
Give me a day, where I can afford to lose an hour or a few,
And I’d do just that, because doing nothing would feel so new.
I’d re read all my books so I could underline my favourite parts,
I’d decorate my niece’s room, and paint it with little hearts.
Give me a day, won’t you?