Every Day

Life itself is so full of mystery.

Every Day

Cat scratching on the floor

I wake up and see

The windows and the computer desk

I reminisce it's time to go to store

So I get out of bed

And head on outside

Where the sun hangs on

Like a child playing hide

I walk to the store

And buy raw steak

For it's hard to... you know

Appreciate anything in hate

Getting back home was easier than thought

It was going back on the road taken

And realizing that life goes on

And acknowledging every day is a new sort of plot

Every day is a fresh breath of oxygen

Brand new atoms pouring into your mouth

And reminding you of life's pure nature

In addition to making your ears waver