On Tuesday, I started and ended in a bed.
Separated only by a dream or two..
Monday I lay dead, and Tuesday I flew.
Tuesday was made up of 96 hours.
So much got done, and done with fun.
The day before I was a fucking coward.
Only making promises and letting the time run.
The difference was one of attitude.
With now you win and later you lose.
The difference was one of perception.
Shedding illusions to get to bigger questions.
The difference was one of understanding.
You don't need a runway for take off or landing.
Separated by only a dream or two..
Monday I lay dead, and Tuesday I flew.
So much to say but so much more to play,
What I have to do can't wait for Wednesday.
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