I wish that today
I still had the same joy of yesterday
And that yesterday I had the same joy of the day before
And everyday my joy is less than the previous day
And tomorrow it will be joy for sure, but with less than today
And everyday that goes by there will be joy
However, with much less than all my other days
Go up 30 days and the joy at the end is extremely less than the day that began the month
For the joy got stolen on the day of tomorrow by the day of yesterday.
Everyday brings it’s own pains, and they steal my joy.