Scary, yet amazing The mystery about this life Deadly, yet we are living Daily we are reborn into this life What remain of yesterday are memories Today is yet an opportunity to create tomorrow's memories
Whether we'll see tomorrow or not The truth of the matter is that Today, we are going to die Tomorrow, we may be born again
If you doubt this Ask your inner self Why he feels that sensation When he wakes up from the long night sleep When he wince to stretch his hands and feet When he savor his face with the morning breeze When he look out at the far horizon Even at the sight of the rising sun
At the first instance he knows nothing Within the first fragment of seconds or minutes The smile he wears on his face or the Frank he bears on his face His general countenance Are all by-product of his dream
Then come yesterday's memories Wallowing with worries In a friendship way Or in a hardship way
If we are not dead yesterday We might still be able to go back And correct all our mistakes But what remain of yesterday are memories Today is another opportunity To refurbish our acts that were floppy
The scary thing is that we will die today The amazing thing is yet, our memories will live on This is how it's going to be till we are not going to be reborn Tomorrow When our memories will edge past us And no We to worry on the memories Except those people we left behind
This leaves us with one logic thing Since today is the only assured day of being a being While hope of being reborn tomorrow holds uncertainty Let's work out today a wonderful memories Even if we'll not be reborn tomorrow to worry Tomorrow will be lived by our wonderful memories And on the sand of time We will write our wonderful name