Day In and Out

I wake, I work, I play, and I sleep, In between, I'm happy and sad. It seems a simple life, not too complex, Yet this life has both good and bad. The phrase, ' The devils in the details ', Would be appropriate here. As morality looks to judgement, With actions it can steer. Because with every breath we take, There is thought that we give. Where the mold is cast and broken, In a present sculpture that we live. Our minds may take for granted, The very thought it generates. While this privacy looks to assemble, A new creation, that incorporates. This cycle appears constant, Beginning with a spark of simplicity. Only to be added to, or taken from, A convoluted complexity.