I went through a day.
I don’t feel like it is through.
I know that I have finished,
But if I sleep, another starts anew.
I think about this with confusion.
I ask myself, “Should I wake up and go about my life?
How should I know what I will do?
My plans are precariously perched,
on already faulty ground.”
“I can’t promise you a thing,” He responds,
“But I can promise uncertainty.
The day will be a day followed by night, if you’re lucky.”
-See Ya