The night has come to gloat in pride,laughing hard and without pity of all planned but not panned. You feel today was to be somewhat different, but it only reminds you of the many that were once to be. It’s another wasted day, nothing that steals you from sleep did you achieve. All the mantras and chanting didn’t come to your aid, you settled like a hungry toddler, surrendering and taken what was offered. For how long will this continue? Living like the dead, there has to be more to this, it needs to change and furnish you. With the hope of more. Riding home might just be all you have to make the start meet the end. Make your desires into manifestations, at least a lot didn’t go right, but of course you still have this to say you did something to be proud of on this day (not true).