A day comes in life
not a standard day
nor a twisted one
that you are used to

But there arrives a morning
messed up since you stretched out
waking up in your bed
nothing seems real
nothing falls in line

And yet you work like crazy
losing logic inch by inch
a donkey a monkey a horse
an elephant and even a lion
possessing you distinctly
yet at once
all braying whining or roaring out
explosively from your staid self

You slog, you sprint,
kick wildly
go on a hunt
not knowing what may work
luck, intuition, determinism
or the divine

And in the end
never realising
how you did
manage to pull off
winning it