Everyday.
With everything that happens in a life,
Shouldn't there be something to say?
Or is there really a point where you may as well,
Have done everything there is to do,
Because the scope of emotions is limited,
And experience can't create any new?
I guess you'll never know until it's over,
And even then, you may not have done everything,
There was to do to expand your horizons,
And make life more interesting.
Oh, it's alright,
Even this depression offers new insight,
Into the fact that no matter how good things are,
Nothing is ever exactly right.
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