Good Day

Must there be a day that the sun casts only shadows. A day where smiles are only frowns upside down. A grotesque shell of yesterday’s joys and pleasures. A rippled outlook on the now until the dawn. Where an anxious hand breeds violence. The clock brutally….vigorously….habitually….strikes twelve. Must the broad shoulders of patience bare the desire for an end. I say this. Do not let the wails of your heart be for the demise of time. For the day is never over. For it shall be resurrected. But instead have lucid daydreams that birth a satisfied soul.