So I will lay seige unto it.

I will wrestle it by the throat,
and coherse it into doing my will.
I will not be bound by rules and regulations,
 nor adhere to conformity of any kind.
I shall devour every bit of flesh it offers,
and leave the bones for reminiscening.

I will make this day my own.

I refuse to slip silently from this life.
And when I lay my head down to sleep,
I will dream of the meal tomorrow promises.
When I awaken,

 I will grab it by the throat again and say...

This day is mine.

                                       --Scott McKee Adair