• Days come.
    Days go.
    This day is here.
    That day has gone.
    Today we must think.
    For today is gone in a blink.
    We must not dwell on the past.
    For our lives will fade fast.
    Listen to what we say.
    Listen to Our future day.
    We look to the future.
    Even through the torture.
    The good days Will unveil themselves.
    Only if we open ourselves.
    Open up to the truth.
    Do not hide in that booth.
    Open wide to love.
    Embrace my dove.
    I am here.
    The day is here.
    Lets live and lets smile.
    Throw ourselves into the pile.
    The pile of love. And the pile of happyness.
    The pile of me.