Every Day Makes Sense Once It Is Over
Poetic Toast — Every day makes sense once it is over, every day it tell me to take care the roots, to smile with flowers and eat the fruits. I slept many noon, but still it count in my days. It count my efforts, even if I pass or fail. I try so hard, and sometimes I do not care. I want some magic, and sometimes I wants it fair. In the end, only matters what I found, not what I lost.