Every morning as a
New day
But that doesn't mean the consequences
Of our actions are taken away.

Every night I'm
One day older
But that doesn't mean I have less of these
Burdens to shoulder.

Every afternoon is
One more chunk of trickling time
But wasted hours add up fast
Like millions are made of nickles and dimes.

Every single late
Night I spent awake
Could have been used
For society's sake.

Now and then and
Here and there
Are the seconds I surveyed
The ones of love to share.