day-to-day

Crying out loud,
screaming at the stars,
dreams drawn into a cloud,
like tip-requests in empty jars.

Living today, with tomorrows hopes,
sealed with excitement behind the scenes,
like a priest and his robe,
with challenge, as the day-to-day routine.

Holding the keys, of an unknown vault,
with that human gaze on the face,
that says: its not my fault,
trying to embrace God’s grace...

Blue blood, running through the veins,
disappointing talent, cursing ones brains,
victorious in its own way,
challenging the routines of every day...