Days of Heat Hazes trail behind me
On a path I've chosen to walk alone
To reside by the wild tumbleweeds
Too hostile for mankind's brittle, cold bones

Often, I think of the days gone by
Laced in a bittersweet requiem
That hums ever so softly in my mind
Hidden by a face that's machiavellian
Made by those I came here to forget

Through the incessant thunderstorm
That dominates this part of the land
I've found a way to become reborn
At the end of a long winded Texan tunnel
Made by those I came here to inspect
And transform into an invaluable asset

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