So what is a good day, then? With sun and weather clear No ill-will or malaise But only good. Good by the nightfall. And how will I, then, make one? Making a good day, I Find little guidance or perpetuation. But Socrates, in Plato’s lips Whispers to me, “Examine!” And peaceful bed greets peaceful thoughts So do I dare unwind my my heart? I guess I’ll try As I drift away And find, again A perfect day.