Everyday is a struggle to make it tomorrow.

Disconnecting from my daily contentions.

Always playing catch up with the times.

The days just keep flying by.

The scars, they speak for themselves.

Attempting to fathom the infinite.

Invert the void to create universes.

Welcome to Friday, the last weekday of the week.

Rushing through the routine like it were yesterday.

If it don't make dollars then it don't make sense.

Trying to keep things in perspective.

Opening my eyes to a brand new day.

Sort of just wandering my way through the days.

Reducing friction where ever its not needed.

We'll get there someday! Somehow someway!

Ah yes, the morning routine.

The length of time is muscle memory.

It's always sunny in my mind.

With absolutely no end in sight.

The infinite number of beginnings.

The warmth of the future.

Letting the waves curl and collide.

When you have that look of determination.

Waking up in tomorrow's yesterday.

When the song has that laminar flow.

It's tomorrow already.

The kinda vibe to scare away the sunday scaries.

The Blessing of Another Day.