Days, there were

There were days, when I lived life chaotic and hurried. Quite contrast with the peaceful bliss

There were days, when I flew with every new bird. Quite contrast with the withdrawn persona

There were days, when I listened on, dusk until dawn. Quite contrast with the deaf ear

There were days, when I managed to stop, wait. Quite contrast with the journey I ride on

There were days, when I dreamt and only talked of. Quite contrast with that I now work on.