Day After Day

Day after day

You kneel down to pray.

To your false gods and idols

Next to all your books stacked in neat little piles.

 

Day after day,

You sit and meditate.

Clearing your head

Of all the things you dread.

 

Day after day

You sit and write

To be remembered

That you put up a good fight.

 

Day after day

You write and you play

Not ready for death

And you decide to stay.

Living Day after day.