day and night

day and night to make it through one just to make it to another. the structure of life may be the reason the struggle is a horrible ride. although the next one isn't promised its a shame that the modest are the honest and the largest are the retarted. regardless of where we started look as we waste yet another day a million in a half ways we could change yet day by day we just stay the same. strain to live with out pain and even if we did maintain the less we acknowledge the more we get locked in bondage as a hostage of out rite carnage never to experience homage humble myself before my persistent problems become life monsters