I have one, and You have one, and Some doesn’t have one.
Mine is white, Yours is maroon, Some’s is the pavement – or a bench.
I sleep in it, You read and write in it, while Some survives.
My time with it is calm, dark, and solitary, Yours is bright, filled with people and noise, and Some’s is with the dark firmament and the glowing stars of the universe.
You and Some told me tha We all pray before we meet with it:
that tomorrow will happen according to plan.
that tomorrow will live up to its expectations.
might be a better day