Every Day

Every day we run the risk
Of dying in the street,
With the death rates on the living;
Still we don't admit defeat,

And every day the plot unfolds
You say "it could be worse",
'Cause living sure is deadly
But we won't grow in reverse,

And every day I'm wondering:
Is Elvis really dead?
And is this love or is it just
The blood gone to my head?

And every day from upside down
I read you like a book,
And if I get the angle right
I'll get a better look,

And every day the thought goes thus:
"This momentary bliss;
It's all some big coincidence",
I'll fall asleep to this.

Reviews

[Ren Black]

Due to the rhyming scheme, this is rather fun to read, not to mention a great write.

[Janne Varvára Seem]

Thank you so much!!