My days are filled with wonders,
And moody early mornings.
Time tracks and sleepy moments,
Are the precious counts of the light,
Beautiful butterflies flying across my head in delight.
Silent evenings with lack of earnings,
I feel like a princess living in a castle with no earings,
I am settled in life with sorrow,
All I care about is today,
So I don't mark my calendar for tomorrow,
Every minute seems to be late,
To add up the hours for me to get paid,
I could've stayed strong and faced my fate,
But instead, I relax and be over due,
One reason why the world doesn't seem so true.
Months ago I believed to have recieved,
As many gratitudes as the others did,
But instead, I feel decieved.
So now I realized that nothing in life is preserved,
Life is served fair, one can only get what he deserved,
because once in a while a soul can only profit from what it conserved.