Strange Days

Sometimes days are strange, you get up in the morning rather afternoon, think of what am I gonna do today. Loads of things pop up in your mind but then you are too lazy to move your feet or even your finger to do anything and you again fall into the bed, dream and then sleep. While sometimes you have a bad dream wake up and look back to the dreams "what the hell was that?" "Howz that possible even in dreams?". We are afraid of losing what we possess. Sometimes we are too busy, we dont even know or try to think on what we are doing, is it worthwhile or not? but we just keep on doing it. Days are busy, day are hard, days are cool, days are hot, days are leisure, days are blank. Here were some abstract thoughts. Thoughts can be strange so can be the days.