Way of Life

I’m thinking of a number,
All I have now is to remember,
Remembering the tiring days,
Wishing to listen at what everyone says.

I can’t figure out how to sum my day,
I wish I could just be near the bay,
Watching the waves rolls back,
Than summing a day without luck.

Hoping my day just be as easy,
As adding one and two equals three,
Than experiencing a day that goes crazy,
Chasing it, but then it left and flee.

But then today is still essential,
It will be treated as my rehearsal;
Today is still a glimpse of tomorrow,
The day I will reap the harvest of what I sow.

My day might not be easy as Addition,
But this day will help me to post my vision,
A vision of me being victorious,
In my chosen path with terrific treasures.