Day to Day
Sitting, nothing clear
An endless ocean, a sheet of blank words
Never knowing what next, never knowing anything but fear
That’s how it always is, like never knowing the right passwords
When does it make sense, the reasons for the universe
The time that passes with nothing really happening, just silence
No one even cares for the sunrise blinking as we wake and curse
Everyday the same tune being replayed in our minds, messing with an unknown balance
As you sit there and think of that little one, a real treasure
Smiling and running in the sunlight, nothing the matter
Back when the days weren’t long enough and the nights lasted forever
Back when a smile was easily found on one’s face, young mad hatter
Seemed the only time it was possible
When the sun could be seen through a person like no other
When the world was millions of miles below our feet, no line uncrossable
But those feelings were leaving, one after another
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