In the span of 365 mornings and evenings
You could learn to crawl
You could start and stop and start
You could fall in or down or off
You could prove how crazy you really are
to the one that you  claim to love
You could come to grips with the fact
that you and he never really understood
You could sacrifice and leave
and fight yourself over and again
You could realize the insignificance
of emotions for whom existence doesn’t depend
In the span of 365 dawns and dusks
You can use up all of your fucks
In the span of 365 hellos and goodbyes
You could open up your eyes…