Daily

There was never once
A time that everything must start
With a day or with a bright smile.

There was never once
A second passing and letting each silence
Move from the abominable shadow of Destiny.

Neither a minute to
Look back again to contemplate
What was waiting back there to be changed.

There was never once
Something that was utterly new
But repetitions of the past, of the remembered, of the forgotten.

There was never once
An answer for every why or
A logic reason for every specious substance.

It was simply just holding
Life and stay on the darker angle of anxiety,