What's In A Day? Poem by Christina Byrd

Oh how the day goes with out my consent
I tell it to freeze but it runs fast
Then I tell it to keep going but it crawls
I feel helpless to the power of the now
I'm trapped by the past
And I'm cautious of the foreboding
oh what's in a day?
So bi polar with all the emotions
You laugh then want to weep
Then feel proud then feel meek
The sun moves its regular schedule
While you toss turn and be restless
No amount of time is like a day
Less is not enough
And more is to many
Within these 24 hours I try to find myself
A piece of me here then gone
Only to find a new one
For another day.
I would say damn to the days but I like them to much
Maybe that's why a madman counts by the days.
Woe to the children of earth.
Find purpose in a day,
Or don't try at all.