That’s what we all do, don’t we?
Beauty regiment for visions of present youth locked, even in tomorrow’s tomorrow. Is that even real beauty?
Work, for that vision of a silver of respite and respect. What about work for service? – That’s a life of purpose.
Studies, a bridge, a conduit. What about knowledge for knowledge? – That’s passion.
Another day has passed, irrecoverable and what have i spent it on?
On a gamble that tomorrow will even come.
What does that matter if we didn’t even live today?