Oh rhythm of this day.
You started out in such a great way.
Not so distant ago in time.
When I awoke and open up my eyes.
Cheerful with a great day to see.
Excited at what was still in front of me.
You didn’t really disappoint or go to waste.
Instead you tricked me and made me move with haste.
“All’s well that ends well!” so it’s said.
There have been days with much worse dread.
I ease myself and begin to calm down.
Slowly loosening a stale resting frown.
The emoting scars from a day worn thin.
A healing that only comes from rest again.
As the shadow of midnight draws its veil.
Finishing yet another days tale.
Starting the clock all over again anew.
While adding an extra calendar day too.
I will dream my plan of rising again.
Of next day’s battle with a much better win.
Focusing it into reality the best I can do.
As wake the next day is expected to be true.
Electric Icarus Project 