one day

sleepy words assail me
the pungent smell of dog poo wafts through the cool night air
there is a future, there always is
and tomorrow is another day we have to face
in a cycle where sometimes we find ourselves above it all
and sometimes we are rolling in deep shit
like a roller coaster drop
your stomach plummets to the floor
right before that big hurl through gravity and height

the smell of freshly baked bread tempts me
buttery fragrance that will forever remind me of sleepy mornings and bright sunshines
and of course there is a reason for every past heartache and sorrow
except that like morning showers, we have to do everything again
every day
every single day
every single normal day

that single effort is not enough
and you find yourself doing the same thing every day
every single day
every single normal day
and then your life
has just passed by
one day
one single day
one single normal day at a time