Some days are gone and told
Into the streaming fields
Like stars you can't hold
In far only blinking yields
Like a house build around
Each the stillness of its mean
Where sometimes nothing's found
Or anything inside them seen
A day of an ongoing trip
Though times emotional state
A conscious ongoing flip
That lies in each such a fate
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