Each day passes,
Passes, long, long and hard.
As here we toil relentlessly,
Through an undergrowth
Of an underhanded scheme of life
In this underworld:
This world.
Toil and tribulation,
Struggle and pain,
In each day passing.
Toil and tribulation
For pathetic gain.
Toil and tribulation
In each god-sent daily gift.

I am told each day is a
God sent gift,
And life is a gift of god.

But this gift,
This deific offering from this
God is the very thing
That holds us,
Keeps us, takes us
And rapes us.
For with each day
Comes the toiling,
The tribulation,
The strife and pain.
Each day brings
Far far less worth
Than we could gain,
Or should be gaining.

Each gift from God,
Each day, is as the
Trojan gift,
A gift longed for and
Desired with all our
Energy,
That once accepted brings
More pain, more delusion,
More disharmony than
We ever could have
Imagined.

It was a gift from the
God of our Selves,
So well accepted
That now we have become
Engrossed in that gift.

We have lost the contact of the
Worlds outside this deific gift
Of life, the gift of each
Day we experience, the gift of
Each day of pain and struggle
And Loss.

This gift could be good.
It is what we do with the gift of
Life that makes it good or bad.
We must realize and experience the
Goodness of this gift before we
Can be relieved of this trojan
Gift of Life.