Every day I write a new day
Different numbers
Same paper
Winkling by the time
Same days, passing days
I mourn them like spring flowers
In all of the created days
They seem, in total, an hour.

To where oh where have the days disappeared?
Through my mind
An envy is bent
At passing of the time
The whiles
The whiles
Have given me no smiles
No bending conscience to turn to

Every day is the same day
Ever as I wake up again
Only the numbers change

Numbers are numbers in a day
Go by so slowly,
Slips through these hands of mine
Ever walking dreaming
Realizing time.