The Mundane Of The Day To Day Poem by Samuel Richard Leonard

What will it take for you to say
that you're okay with this very day
to be your final resting place?
Upon each wake what do you do
to break your dreaded absolutes?
Looking through that morning hue
how do you know what you know is true?
Don't trust your eyes, they do betray
at least that's what I hear them say.
Do you really think you're something new,
that no one's known your shade of blue,
that this world is yours and throughout it's course no one else thought of those chords?
Is it convoluted of me to say that you're probably wrong either way?
No matter the song or what you pray you'll end up dead at the end of someday;
and when night comes and goes away
bringing about another day
some will grieve over where you lay
until someday they forget your name.
I guess all it is I try to convey
with every breath before my bray
is all we have is here today,
so run around, go and play,
it all means nothing anyway.
- Samuel Richard Leonard