Today is the best day of your life,
It has all led up to this,
Such sacrifices, such exertion, all to reach this point,
All to earn your day, to see your day, to have your day,
To live your day,
And now its over.
The best day of your life is winding down,
To final seconds,
Minutes,
Hours,
And all of it means nothing
Not one single thing,
Because every moment,
Every instant of your existence has led up to this point,
And this point is over.
Smiles, memories, handshakes- sure,
Even envy of what you strived to do,
But all of it means NOTHING
Because its over,
And you have to begin the build up to the next best day of your life,
And then the next,
And the next
When you have reached all of your goals whats left to do?
What can you do now its all been done?
What becomes of the one who has lived their life,
and is forced to live that one day more?
And what is a tomorrow to someone who has had their today?
