A DAY BEGINS

a day begins and ends
is it the other way round
living has no reasons
like seasons in the sun
we toil and suffer in bliss
for our pleasure and pain.
your quest futile or sublime
in this vast ocean
are you a drop of blood or tears
floating around finding your ocean?
whose life can you fly
or swim in the tide of sorrow
its a vast journey
of silence steeped in joy
with no today or tommorrow.