Today is not your day. Nor his nor hers nor mine
What lays beyond the sunrise, light will soon unwind
We have but the passing hours, a bowl of space and time
To look each other in the eye whether our stares be cruel or kind
And in your weary lids I, beauty there I find
We are but one of a kind
Trapped in eternities rhyme
Today belongs to her, can you hear her celebratory cheer
With each passing day, passes a week, a month, a year
Old and almost through, we hold on to the last of what still remains
Before she controlled most, now she controls the reigns
She steers us out, out and far away
We turn to look, and see another day
She rides us further now, light is bleak
Glimpsing back I see a week
A year, a decade, my whole life
Appears in our trails, our unholy strife
We stop and she disappears
I take my time and revert the tears
What was it that I did with my journey?
The trail behind seems so dreary
I wasted the trail thinking about the waterfall
And now standing upon it a millennia tall
I realize the trail way down below
Was greater than this goal
She reappears and takes me back
She had shown me what I truly lack
And now I live my years in bliss
Not wondering where the days went, but asking what should I do on a day like this
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