The day is gone now.
It is dead!
The day is coming,
but to of what avail?
The days go by.
They do not go quickly.
For they have nothing,
nothing of value,
nothing to bring,
nor be fortunate about.
The day only brings mystery,
the mystery of what is to come?
So what is to come?
Boredom?
Love?
Peace?
...Death?
Its not decided by fate, what comes of our day,
because we have no control of nature,
control of our choices,
or our lives,
but the most important thing that we can control is...
How we make the best of our day...
the best of our week...
of our Month...
our year...
NO! it is that we make the best of our life,
and never let the life of a day be in vain.
