Every day is the same. A sunrise, A breakfast, A work, A rest…
Just this day is different, It isn’t a Saturday neither a Sunday. This day I can scape and spend the hours Without major commitments.
Today I can ramble on my strangest ideas, Craziest thoughts, Actions without sense, And more dum things that are in my heart And my mind.
Today I can feel what I didn’t feel yesterday and tomorrow I will feel what I don’t today for feeling yesterday.
Today, that moment means something, Tomorrow a memory Without a doubt I’m spending the moment…
When tomorrow arrives and I find myself standing there watching that my actions didn’t bring anything what I waited I’ll bend myself And I will wish come back and don’t spend the time.
Just to realize that I am still falling in the same mistake and this one doesn’t let me follow for fall in the same. It seems that I love spend the time without do something productive.
Even so, this sensation happens only today, the other days are a routine.
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