It vanishes at the end
And reappears the next day
Like a new piece of paper
Waiting to be adorned
Like
a new piece of paper
To throw away
Once the day is through
And to start fresh
With no cares and complaints
While
you watch the sun rise
Or objections and concerns
As you watch the sun set
It repeats each day
A reason to
wake up
A reason to go to bed
Just to wake up
And write on
your
New piece of paper