The Same As Any Other Day Poem by gregory collins

The same as any other day,
i want some help from growing cold at the end before me.
I want the air filling my chest to be where you wait to wash your heart;
Like the less i know the more i learn about the soul

and i am crying like a boy to defend the sadness.
But all i can dream of is light that will never see the sun.
That at the close of day the sunset is just outside the door,
and in just a whisper it will be gone

lord! it is less dangerous if i don't know anything perfect.
It just seems that i am not sure if there is an afterworld inside me,
and for this gift my eyes are now dry. My eyes are calmly evaporating
without a sound: The same as any other day.