another day I wait
For another fresh take on the fundamental question of 'What is Today?'
I don't mean the day of the week or a arbitrary holiday
I mean of life
Why do i feel like I'm suffocating?
In this day in and day out tasks that I carry out
Where yes and no seem to rule my mind and my classes seem to cause a incoming tide of overwheliming stress
A bunch of days that just stream along
8:00am wake up,
it's another day
The same day, every day
Where change seems so far off that I can barely see
Where the news still seem the need to demean
Where I feel like I can't breathe
I'm drowning in my 'today'
Because my 'today' is everyday
My everyday never changes it's a constant reminder
My change still hasn't come