We could
Run away.
Hide everyday,
In yesterday.
As moments fade
And reappear.
We’re back where we started.
Whether it be Monday,
or Sunday.
But today’s different,
We’ll say.
And go through motions,
And emotions.
All used,
But brand new.
And it’ll be peculiar,
Today’s hues.
So similar and unique.
But we laugh it off for another day.
A new day.
A particular day,
just like this.