A fevered mind and restless blow
Will make the day go unforgotten
And with our only potency
We aim to discern our purpose.
Realization is now a beat away
Everyday has our acceptance
Unwillingly, to cope and make coped
What we hadn't before.
To make of a day what was reflected
Would not have been a good one,
But to have made of what was predestined
Is a good day indeed.