If the day seems
A longing
A wish for the sun to shine
A throat to deal with red wine
A prayer for God to make
This day not be your deadline.

Sighs,
Breathings,
Or maybe suffocatings
Might feel the place

If the day seems
A crying
The time is running
And your toughts are escalating
From your inner they are
Smearing on your face
As they harden your skin
And pervade your way.

Whatever the day seems to you
It is another day
Another battle,
Another sad day
Remember!
Another happy and fun day
Remember.