The days are hot
The nights are cold
The days are full of rot
The nights diluted with dreams of old
The day is bright with ideas for the future
The night is dark with memories of the past
The day beckons you to try so hard you rip the sutures
The night allows you to lick your woynds unabashed
The days come and go side by side
The nights drag but sure as death they always pass
Day or night, sun or moon, when will we burn? Who can say?
Sooner or later, the debt for life, we all must pay.