Any Old Kind of Day
Chasing Tomorrow's Echoes: A Melodic Reflection on Life's Passing Moments
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Turning on my pillow, thinking kind of strange.
Contemplating in bed, feeling unusual.
The color is of midnight in this room.
The room is dark, resembling midnight.
The cars outside are coughing and it's kind of hard to sleep
Noisy cars outside make it difficult to sleep.
and there's neon out the window, not the moon.
Instead of the moon, neon lights are visible.
And it was just an any old kind of day,
Describing a mundane day.
The kind that comes and slips away,
A day that passes quickly.
The kind that fills up easy my life's time.
Filling up time easily with routine.
The night brought any old kind of dark,
The night brings a generic darkness.
I heard the ticking of my heart.
Hearing the heartbeat, pondering what's left.
Then why'm I thinking somethings left behind?
Questioning if something important is forgotten.
I whistled round today and I skipped off a footloose jig
Whistling and dancing in carefree manner.
to the hurdy gurdy music of the street.
Enjoying street music.
I looked past those rooftops and I saw the cloudless sky,
Seeing a clear sky, yet wondering about life passing by.
But I keep on asking why my life is passing by,
Reflecting on the passing of time.
And I'm left up high and dry,
Feeling abandoned or stranded.
But it ain't no good to cry,
Emphasizing that crying won't help.
So I shrug my useless sigh,
Accepting a futile sigh.
And I trust to things that other days will meet.
Trusting that future days will bring fulfillment.
And it was just an any old kind of day,
Reiteration of an ordinary day.
The kind that comes and slips away,
Day slipping away unnoticed.
The kind that fills up easy my life's time.
Filling time with routine and mundane activities.
The night brought any old kind of dark,
The night brings a generic darkness.
I heard the ticking of my heart.
Hearing the heartbeat, pondering what's left.
Then why'm I thinking somethings left behind?
Questioning if something important is forgotten.
The night has had it's laughing,
Nighttime humorously personified.
when the street lights blind the stars,
City lights outshining stars.
So now it's shedding rain to sing it's sorrow,
Symbolic rain expressing sorrow.
It's time for me to sleep and to rest these thoughts away,
Time to sleep and let go of thoughts.
There's gonna be another day, hey!
Anticipation for a better day ahead.
when things will go my way,
Belief that things will improve.
And there's other things to say,
Remaining things to express and songs to play.
And there's other songs to play,
Confidence in the availability of time.
And there'll be time enough for thinking come tomorrow.
Assurance that there will be time for reflection tomorrow.
And it was just an any old kind of day,
Reiteration of an ordinary day.
The kind that comes and slips away,
Day slipping away unnoticed.
The kind that fills up easy my life's time.
Filling time with routine and mundane activities.
The night brought any old kind of dark,
The night brings a generic darkness.
I heard the ticking of my heart.
Hearing the heartbeat, pondering what's left.
Then why'm I thinking somethings left behind?
Questioning if something important is forgotten.
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