Days

Now days I think I feel, days open day I omit
Days smile, cry day
Days I'm fast, it takes me days
Days days days

Only days are days

Days go fast, go slow
It all depends on your thinking
If you think slowly, will move fast
Already thinking with anxiety, will slowly

Days days days
Of my life will pass
And frozen in time
They'll run me over
So follow smiling
My life without thinking

Days days days







Poem of Pedro Artur Martins Kirach