Another day (ruined),
as my grandpa always said.
Funny how there’s truth in that,
when life flows from work to bed.
Another day doing the same thing
both comforting and frightening.
Life needs to be exciting,
or else we become alone and boring.
Another day wanting to do so many
what if the whole point
is just to be friendly,
to enjoy life when it pets you gently?
So another day (ruined)
is also a reminder,
to make your life kinder,
to feel what’s grinder,
and release what you shouldn’t blinder.