Today is the day, just like others before it, has an equal opportunity for me to adore it;
What memories today will I create, for the synapses in my brain to clearly state;
Established thoughts, bewildered imagery, contextual alignment, deciphered semantically.
What makes this day different from any other, I ask?
Is it the fact I've changed up the tasks?
Or could it be this is my day to finally relax?
Unknown to me, what will unfold;
I keep my eyes peeled, and do what I'm told;
By the thoughts in my head, some could say it's my voice;
But don't tell them that, as their ideologies rejoice;
Attempt to bolster my ingenuity, stopping my fluidity.
Keep my being well, and just over the under toe that's meant to be there to keep you down low;
Last thing we want, is for all of you to know;
By we, I mean me, don't know why I include;
Others that aren't present, presently is that rude?
What should it matter, This here is my thought;
The process that brought me here, kept me from what you got;
And if you're reading this, then you've played into my game;
This is my road, I'm paving to fame;
This is my picture, I've painted to frame;
This is my normality, to you it's insane.
Today's another day, here right now, but later gone;
Tomorrow may not exist, but as long as the sun has shone, and the moon makes it's revolution;
I think we'll be alright, cause right after today, we'll be entering tonight.
As the sun is leaving, setting beyond what we can see, it'll rise on the other side;
Waking them eventually;
So that being said, it's always a new day somewhere;
If not here, than it will be over there.
What memories will they have, what will make today special for them?
What will they be doing, for their dendrites to be stemming?
For their neurons to be buzzing, for their thoughts to be blitzing;
It may not be particularly glamorously glitzing.
Either way, today's the day.
What things will you do;
What words will you say?
