One day, it’s the present; the other, a history;
Have you ever questioned the reality?
Have you ever lived through the day
Thinking of the morrow,
when it would be no more,
Or wondering of the feelings
The day’s memory would bring?
Have you ever stepped into a diurnal course,
As if stepping into a dream:
Dazed and exuberant,
Wondering and eager,
Into the realms of another day?