What is there to say about a day?
You rise and you act or you sit and you pray
Morning arrives without warning
A quiet thief with no bells adorning
The night is the distant past
What food was eaten? What stones were cast?
The clock is a timebomb for all
We heed the ticking of the season of fall
This day shall be made mine
By hook or by crook - I'll not read the sign
I'll proceed with reckless afloat
With a body in a building and a mind in a boat.
