This day is over.
I have no voice.
The day is over.
it gives no choice.
Sun up, sun down
we're whisked away.
Light then dark
we've no say.
Who can hold the clock's
steely, strong hands?
We're but measly mites
come and gone before greater plans
The day is over.
I count for nothing.
Each year it eats me
then consumes itself.
I count for nothing
this is my only wealth.
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