If people say that today is my brightest day,
Then what of the world?
Shall I bicker and moan for my brightest day hath gone?
Until that dark day due come.
Shall men of the world be so easily mistaken by prejudice judge mention?
Or shall I conceive to prove what people say wrong?
With every beginning begins a new end,
Yet, who is to say when that end falls upon mans’ empirical lives?
May it be God?
No…no…why can’t man say, “Another day shall come for thee! Another life thy lives today!”
Man bellows under the confusion of conspiracy; judgmental conspiracy.
For when a single person puts thee down… the day hath ruined.
Shears of emotion rupture… anger, spite, jealousy, despair.
But, a comment of a brightest day…splits a man to two.
At first saw, the day is implicitly.
In second scene, thy life has peaked.
How can man say when life is peaked, when life ends in God’s hand.
Our world is still flowing with mystery,
Who is to say Scooby’s next solved mystery be that one of life coexisting in death?
Who is to tell when a man hath reached its brightest day?
