Every Day, Every Night

Every night of mine

Claims to be beautiful,

But all they seem to be

Is nothing but wrong.

What misters and missus like to hear

Become a sad truth,

Still anything I listen to

Makes me proud

As there is so many worlds,

As there is so many thoughts to share

And I wonder why I haven't done them yet.

So when I feel like lying,

I put up a crazy story

Where trees can speak,

Where water can breath,

And that dream comes to love me.

What people can say and do,

There's so many different possibilities

As if every page of our stories

Never come to an end,

So every day of mine

Can rightfully choose.

End.