today like everyday

i open the door
to let in, a cold frigid air.
it breathes in and consumes my body.
i realize that Earth, is a cold space.
and there will only be sorrow
leaving, all of us, with nothing to say.
yet our cigarettes burn, and we know are useless,
although, keep us company, like old friends.
and then begins a medley of thought, mixed with passion
in our heads,
and we get a little bit lighter or comfortably heavier.
all of the seasons, the places and inner expeditions
come running at us.
we make plans and leave plans behind,
useless like the wind and our direction.
with the inevitability of our lives
and of Earth's chaos we enthrive,
life is a solemn humble song.
a song we sing; a song of virtue.
the passion we reflect
with a brilliant statue.