Today seems like any other day.

So dreary and in delay.

Time alone can’t see me through.

My dreams and nightmares could have killed me too.

Yet still I stand with nothing to do.

I search for work but no good luck.

At the end of the day I’m left with out a buck.

Insides churning from the hunger that’s near.

Death is the only true thing i fear.

As I rest my head on my soft pillow.

I stare into a daze at the big tall willow.

In my mind; It was just another day.