Sometimes a day starts with a rhyme.
A mixture of words as the start of a fine
and neverending story called life.

Sometimes a day starts with a smile.
A golden shining sun next to you,
just hang out for a while.

Sometimes a day starts in the middle of the night.
The moon carefully shows you the way
to the first light of the day.

And sometimes a day starts with advice.
But you never listen, and the light
has to tell you twice that sometimes,
there is no second chance, no happy end
to the story of life.
Sometimes.