You feel the day,
A troubling breeze, pass away
The pace of hours, minutes, seconds
Travel at a speed, your attention beckons
The blur of dust from the rolling day
Remember the moments you keep away
The turmoil of time that ticks in your ear
The stench of the day wont disappear
It wont last, this day they say
so take a breath, just rest, just lay.
This turmoil it stinks!
Now it’s over, it’s gone
with a sigh of relief he thinks.