Each day becomes just another;  
Better and worse it may,   
Made by the daily   
News of treachery.   
   
Or of that hope-    
New friends,        
New enemies;    
It all really depends.   

Take in what is there-   
What you see and hear-   
Whether the sky is clear,   
Or just cloudy there.
     
Not stopping for anyone,   
Everything is only temporary;  
Not holding anyone up   
As the hands tick away.   

Just feel it breathe-   
Exhale its struggle,   
And inhale the tomorrow-  
Feel the winds lift the soul,  
And ease the mind
As we tick away in time.   
     
Slowly deteriorating,   
The window was left astray  
For the warm winds to blow through
During the entirety of day.  
     
As the people watch   
The outside while inside,   
Away from the good nature,
And on the opposite side.  
     
Well what more is there to expect 
As our true world is within;  
Kept in there is our true endeavor,
Secret, unknown, and sin.  
     
But who really has time for that  
As the day is ours to make,  
And the clear skies entrance
So go to the nature to take
What is ours and plant the stake
Too bad it’s all fake.

Why live so falsely
Stop talking the walk-
The window is open-
Go ahead and walk your talk.

Oh look at the time,
You're a bit too late-
Not realizing that
It is past midday.

Stayed in to sleep-
Missed out on the true delight;
The wind’s caress blowing in,
And the warmth settling in light.

You look for that sunrise-
Too bad the curtain
Is in the way
To block the most certain.

Who needs it anyway-
Such a shame to be
While the weeps are unheard,
And so is this misery.

I guess we were just raised
With a dose of degeneracy,
While we all blame it on
That overused hypocrisy.

At least there is tomorrow-
For the hard rains to pour
Upon the roof
That keeps you so warm.

Blow it off ‘till the next
Grand sunny day-
Well what if
Those days are far away?

Living the rest of your life
Looking through the panes
That develop frost on the glass
As you begin to feel the real pains.

All that will be left of this
Are the chilling winds
Whistling a depressing tune
That shivers the limbs.