every new day is different for me
even if it is the exact same things over and over again
the sunny repetition of the coastal winter

im waiting for new things
yet im constantly changing my mind
about whats already here

my minds occupied
but im restless with the norm

i wish i could get out and roam
and yet i want to build my surroundings
to be a humble castle of art and warmth

im torn between opposites
not knowing if its truly my desire
or just a craving for something new

the days go slower now
and it all blends together

but it doesnt bother me
it just vexes
and makes me ponder how it will be years from now

i have forever yet to live
how many days will be identical to the last?
how many will have no details any different
from whats taken place the day before?

i want to grow
and learn and help
i want to rest and sleep...

and i do

yet again i wake

but to the bright cloudy sky and i say
thank you to the world

no matter
every day is a new day