I feel that every day is a holiday.
I know I'm not supposed to feel that way,
but you'd feel that way too,
if you saw things my way.
Today may be a day to you,
but a violet changed my point of view.
Just the way the sky outlines the leaves of the evergreens,
separates me, like miles do.
The road I travel intervenes.
I walk the road, taking in the scenes.
When I go places,
I look at magazines.
I embrace cultures and races.
When a holiday approaches,
anticipation heightens,
and the genuine surfaces.
