Not Without Choices To Make

Sometimes my days come, Without extended shadows. My mind can cloud... In search of definition. Emotions within me, Aren't always bright with light. As I become subdued, To a darker, quiet side. Some memories I keep, Are not always the ones teased by pleasantries. Although I've had lots of fun, With those I regarded as 'special' ones. And they are so missed, When I sit... To reminisce them. And their presence alone, Would lift me quick. I try to ignore a moodiness, My mind explores. And yet I feel the invited guest... Forced to participate, In such brooding activities. Some memories I keep, Are not always the ones teased by pleasantries. And the Sun when it comes... Reminds me I am not without choices to make. Although, at times, it is difficult to escape... From the comfort of those times gone.