Some days you're the bug, some days you're the windshield
Some days you're the spider, on others, the fly
Some days you're a mountain, on others a molehill
Some days, you're the fog. On others, blue sky

Some days you're a David, on others Goliath
But often you might fail to see which is which
Some days you're the slingshot, some days you're the target
Some days you're the tire, on others, the ditch

You might wake to be a rock in the morning
Crushing all scissors that get in your way
Only to find yourself to beaten by paper
Sometimes it's a head-versus-wall sort of day

Some days you're as cunning as a fox in a hen house
Some days you're being chased by a hunter with horn
Some days you're a still breeze, on others a whirlwind
Some days you're the mower, some days you're the lawn

Some days you're as smart as good 'ole Bugs Bunny
On top of your game and the going is good
Then fate intervenes and you rise the next morning
Wondering how you've become Elmer Fudd

Some days you're the bug, some days you're the windshield
Some days you're the hammer, some days you're the nail
Some days you're a hefty boot, but remember
Tomorrow you might be a slug or a snail

Note: First line is a quote by Steven Tyler (Aerosmith)