Diurnal Traditions Poem by Ulysses Bandi

What you did today, you perhaps might do again
And again and again until the action becomes ingrained.

What you thought today, you perhaps might think again
And again and again until the thought is forgotten one day.

What you dreamed today, you perhaps might not dream again
And again and again until the dream recurs one Friday's four am

What you wished today, you perhaps might wish again
And again and again until the wait falls into decay.