Daily miracles

Dreaming about days

Having a simple dream,

to rise higher than ever before.

Having a dream,

which is not so simple anymore.

Is it possible,

to be better every day?

Is it fair, to run away,

when everybody stay?

I am not a coward,

well, I might be different.

The Moon above me in the deepest night,

is still sharply crescent.

I am a luck itself,

I am a mistake.

Let's move forward,

but still have a break.

Logically appealing,

misunderstood for no reason.

And the mood my is still changing,

with the change of season.

Loving and hating,

finding questions in my own way.

There is no better good,

for which it's worth it to pray.

Miracles happen,

in our daily lives.

We meet our new selves,

and our life just thrives.