The month of September A unique one, isn't it ? Not sure where it fits in One has to admit
Too warm for Winter, Too sunny for fall Too gloomy for summer So it stands alone, but tall
A rainy day made me realize I am September, aren't I ? Always sticking out But never stop trying
One day, as grey as a winter eve The next, as bright as the summer sky But in the end, wondering Wondering when I'll fly
To all the souls out there Who marvel at all of it And ponder upon themselves, Asking who they are, and where they fit
Fret not darling, for you are not alone We are the Septembers of this globe We are the ones Who will never lose hope
And this is an Ode An Ode to those, who look for silver linings Even in the heaviest storm cloud An ode to those, who could never mix in with the crowd.