• Every day we wake, to see the sun rise
    The day goes by, right infront of our eyes.
    Every moment ticking by
    No excitement, we all sigh.
    But wait, at last, the sun set.
    To wake again is all we’ll get.
    Day after day, all stays the same.
    Nothing new, it’s always lame.
    With every breath, we ascend.
    just waiting for it all to end!
    But, for now you live.
    So go outside and be active!
    and of whats left, make the best.
    Until that day, in bed you rest.