By chance each new day opens its doors,
to influence you toward or away from the horrors.
Now the alluring charms begin to unravel quietly,
As strong persuasions of death knocks defiantly.
Challenging the height of ambition you crave,
to struggle greatly and rise from the grave.
Your intention untroubled ao it is brimming with life,
But an ensuing consequence may deliver you strife.
Now you awaken to another bright day,
Mostly they are dark or abrasively gray.
You desire to live but demand that you die,
and choose a smile while wishing to cry.
So remember each new day opens its doors,
To influence you toward or away from the horrors.