In a quiet part of my mind, there’s a big bucket,
Collecting all my feelings, each drop I can’t hide.
A little bit of joy dances, a bit of sadness peeks,
With each moment it captures, it holds all my weeks.
From happy hugs to tears that fall like rain,
This bucket gathers stories, both pleasure and pain.
Memories like small stones, they tumble and roll,
Each one a short moment, a heartbeat to hold.
Sometimes it feels heavy, this bucket is so full,
But inside this simple space, emotions push and pull.
I take it with me, through valleys low and high,
A proof of my living, a record of each tie.
So here’s to all the moments, both strong and profound,
In this bucket of feelings, life’s treasures are found.
For every single drop, it shapes the path I take,
A colorful canvas, in every choice I make.
M.A.D. Works 