Another Day

Why can't life be like a dream, why do i feel like it has a hold on me, We were all meant to be free, but in life i guess there's not guarantees, me and your family come from the same world, sometimes i don't believe the world is round maybe its curved, the road in life is crooked and at least times straight, once born on that road there is no debate, but i don't care i am a child of god, but in others eyes they don't find me that fond, i don't care I'm here, there, everywhere, I'm not going anywhere for a fact, if i don't wake up tomorrow that would just be bad, but until i go to heaven while i rest, my goal in life is to try and to always do my best, my life is so boring that's i write these poems, i try and make the words go smooth like the teeth on a comb, my world is a blob a wreck a hot mess, be better off with a bird family in a nest, i know how i started my poem with such delight, but now i feel i lied and now something is not right! I need to tell the truth! How miserable i feel! I need to end this poem with no big deal!... Another day another dollar, working people might say, but to me and lonely people...man its just another day.