Day by day i live for what tomorrow can bring, grasping at hope as if it were the only vine within my grasp as my body sinks in quicksand. Knowing not where i am nor where i want to go, i remain in freefall, closer to the ground each day. It's like this, that all days of mines feel, pitty to those who know how i feel. Day by day, you too must go, awaiting on what? no one knows.