Is it Tuesday? Or was that gone?
These days dissolve like dew at dawn.
I blink—it's night. Where did it go?
I watched it pass, but didn’t know.
My Life keeps spinning round and round,
and thoughts loop that never touch the ground.
I try to write, but words just fade,
Lost in a slow, uncertain parade.
The tea goes cold while thoughts go wild
The same old thoughts return to stay
Each minute slips, but it has never been seen
In emptiness I stare still, couldn't hold.
Fearing the time I couldn't name
Every day it burns the same
Some days are foggy, some weeks a mist
But even though I know I always missed...
