Every Day


I wake up to find myself lost in a life,
Where I am mystified by the simplest ideas and situations,
Every Day.
Our puny understanding of the unfathomable description of life,
Is completely different for every soul that's living,
And they are trying to understand life as well,
Every Day.
We are beaten, day in and day out
By the ones we love.
By the ones we despise.
Every Day.
If you thought yesterday was bad,
Wait till you see what happens today.
Life for the living is a never-ending struggle,
Against the soulless enigma of confusion and depression,
And I love every day of it,
Every day.

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