You believe every word you hear,
that every second is a representation of the next.
Inherent beliefs of permanence
and perseverance
permeate your existence
like nothing else matters but next year.
But what about tomorrow?
What about today?
You weep for a memory
yet you say that next year will come
so rest your eyes once more.
And you will weep and you will weep
and no matter the years that pass
you will still find tears in your eyes
because it will be a day
just like all the others are days too.