Seconds of paint to the built
man, that spoils the blue
drums covered with tips,
that high, drags up our heads.

Minutes to wash our hands,
bringing silver all over
in joy, tearing the covers
apart, the cover of ours open.

Hours of sleep,
as the holiday extends,
laziness infused into,
days goes on too.

Days of sorrow upon a choice
but,joyful curves coming
for cracking,beautiful,elegant,
colorful garment