Every Morning it’s a new day,
Sometimes a continuation of yesterday,
Things from the past lingering at bay,
New events about to occur every way,
Initially there’s time for fun and play,
Then for the same as we work we crave,
Sometimes confused of what is happening,
Confused about what we want,
But questioning about what we are doing,
We keep moving ahead,
Trying to solve our existence every day.

Sweet Sleep at Last
The wind blows hard,
The sky ripe.
The ground from under my feet disappears,
And I fall towards the blight.
The past flashes in front of my eyes,
Faded memories alike.
I fall from the heavens,
Seeing freedom below,
The ground just a barrier to cross,
Death just a toll booth.
The note that bid the world farewell for me
Now flies in the sky,
A few feet above the ground,
I see my final send off,
The world is a blur,
Color losing from the sky.
I had bid in my note,
Heavens witness my cremation,
That I be laid beneath the starry sky.
The world is a blur,
For the last time,
I close my eyes.

On Monday I started to write a song,
The afternoon spent lazing around,
Memories of the Sunday night,
Like a hangover hanging around,
I close my eyes for a moment,

As I always feel the day slipping away,
Before I know it Tuesday is on,
I start to put down words,
But the end won’t come to my mind,

And I know the day is slipping away
For Wednesday has come now,
I feel the wakening of the doer inside of me,
I sit down with my pen and paper,
With the t.v. switched on besides me,

Oh I know the day has slipped away,
Now at the centre of the week I’m on Thursday,
I start for one last time,
But I know I won’t finish for the next 2 days,

And I wrote dad a dum da beep pada,
And I’m not surprised for the day has slipped away,
And I begin my weekend on the Friday,
Hanging around my incomplete song,
Just 5 words on the paper,
My head is spinning around,

And floating through time I’m onto the next one,
Its Saturday night I’m partying hard,
Not hard enough for my song undone is weighing me down,
I’m not sure what I’m gonna do about it,
So I try not to think just loose myself in the sound

As I dance to Sunday morning I,
I sleep from sun up to sun down,
Sunday night I’m roaming around,
I know tomorrow’s a new day,
I’m gonna finish that song,

Monday morning, I’m writing a song,
The afternoon spent lazing around,
Memories of the Sunday night,
Like a hangover hanging around,
I close my eyes for a moment,
My life’s slipped past when my eyes were shut,
Now I’ve forgotten what I was writing about,
Back to the start I don’t have another chance,
I curse life, for when I stopped it kept moving on.

I had a dream last night,
It was just the blue sky,
It lowered on to me,
Made me think I could fly,
I didn’t understand what was happening,
Somewhere I think I wouldn’t,
Then there was a rush,
A sequence of blurs familiar,
Images familiar yet new,
Why they were more colourful and brighter,
I wish I knew.
Suddenly I woke up,
And realized I was never asleep.