There was a day,

when there was no intuition in each.

These were the days of a child.

A child exists only to be true to themself,

to do what brings them joy.

Today is the day that we stress,

where we continue are unwanted lives.

We live these days,

only to be dissapointed by the next.

Dissapointed with the unfound joy.

The day will come.

The day we look forward,

the day that seems so far away,

but is the only day that is guaranteed.

Oh, The Day, will be the greatest of all..