Today is my second attempt at thinking.

I think I may do nothing but exist today
I pray that my intentions are cured with intent to move
I move to strike that I miss portions of my old life that made no sense
in the sense of moving toward nothing.
Nothing to monotonous ambitions that only killed
Killed any sense of knowing what was right and good
Good morning to all and good night to many
The many that feed of good wills of the evening