One Day 2 Live

I hear these great stories, all these people doing great things. They’re seeing new sights, experiencing life, basically living my dream.

Everyday I say, “one day”, and than another day passes. From my porch I watch the cars pass by, as I ignore my star that crashes.

There are places to go. There’s a sweet life to greet; so many folks to get to know; all those different smiles to meet.

Have I accepted defeat? Is it all said and done … Maybe I’m afraid to cross the street? Have I grown weary of having fun? Is it that I’m afraid of the sun? I could never stand the heat. Or is it the true excuse that I’ll never have the funds, I’m not the one, it’s not me?

As close as I have ever come, every time, it gets thrown down the drain. Instead I’ve always found it easier to just sit and complain. Stagnant I’ll remain, content, sound and slain. The day turns into night. Everyday is the same. I wake in the same place, with the same name. That same exact thought stuck in my brain … “Is it so strange, to need change?”… I smoke the same bag of pot, while explaining the same thing.

Maybe one day I’ll change. One of these days I’m do… As soon as it’s handed to me, well then that’s the day I’ll follow through. Some day it will come true. I’ll do as the stories I’ve read … Another day with one passing … One day to live it up before I’m dead…

-Myles Hoehn