Days

Some days are rose coloured spectacle days

Some are blindfold days

And some are not days at all

But rather, are more than even the supermind can describe

More like a daze

A haze

A maze.

This is one of those days

Don’t ask which

For it could be any

A day to surpass other days

Yet still be a day

Without a way

So grey.

But not all days are grey

Some are violet

Others transparent

For days, like ice

Can be nice

Cold, like a device

Most are concise.

But, back to this day

A day that’s now night

With a moon hiding behind wasted time

A day that’s ending with blood

As it should

For the common good

Understood?

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