Your day could belong to me,
that is if you mistreat it.
Wasted days run my way,
I dress them up to suit.
Days hate to be wasted,
when they could be appreciated.
Don't be surprised,
if your day disappears.
All of a sudden,
you find yourself in void.
Wondering where day has gone,
off the edge you go.
Looking down there's no ground,
looking up there's no sky,
looking around there's no space.
Nothing but void,
darkness and no light,
no vision anywhere in sight.
Day had enough.
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