Another day, another dawn
The breaking of which
Finds me rested
Another day to break the sweat
Yet when I wake, 
I am already sweating. 

Another day to chase the dream, 
But the dream runs further
From reality. 
Awake, dreams disappear disappointingly.
Asleep, they weave an endless blanket
with which to chase the monsters away
and kill insomnia. 

Another day to be reminded
That life is but a journey
And every day we think
We've made it
Life will recoil with a rebuttal
We think we've made it
Till we die....