A very important day some say.
But why limit it to one before the importance of it truly comes due?
A idolization of time itself.
Magnified and memorialized as if it's death is coming soon.
But how do you really know that?
A prediction that I neither heed too, or take for granted.
Why put the spin of fear and worry upon hypothesis not yet proven?
I just do what I always do.
Whether rain or shine.
Your pale imaginary foresight will not undermine my life or time.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem