A Day Goes By

A day goes by
I think two even three maybe
I lay here in my place of rest
Sheets like shields
Pillows like bunkers
My will of waking is a question it has led me to harm
My will of sleeping I cant for my dreams led me in harm
The violence of my society conveys to my tentativeness
With the outside yet I play in the fields of contuse abuse.

A day goes by
When I can finally feel a sense of happiness in my doings
Were no one can be in my way of my successes
To fully understand one self we must understand what is around us
We must understand when and were we should be it may not be easy
Of course not but the only thing stopping our selves form true happiness is our selves.

A day goes by
Then two, three, even four
I’m still in my sheets of pity
Though I dislike pity from others
Even myself though I continue
My own happiness is tampered
Tampered with the outside
Tampered with my doings
If the day comes when it all stops
I will finally find my inner happiness

Is it time when we should stop what we are doing
And look what we have done not only with our selves
But the life of others to really stop and think is what I’m doing
Good for me and for others. When I was locked up for something
I did not even comet yet my accusation is true it made me think it changed my
Way of thinking it made me angry it made me not understand way would the person
I loved does this later the answer came she was not happy with herself so in return inflected he pain on to me. So with this said I no why my days are not happy.