Every day I dream a new dream
While I am awake and well within sense
Aspirations goad me towards an extreme
Hope invariably breaks into my defense
Every day a new fear comes along
To tell me all that I cannot simply do
I look at it in the eye and say I belong
To a tribe of precious hallowed few
Every day I defeat the demon of death
By being alive and learning to thrive
Not for to be counted by each breath
Life goes beyond mere use of senses five
Every day I crossover the routine
Set a higher standard to trail hence
I break the rules with immense discipline
Every day I am born to renew sixth sense