Living through the days cut quickly

Such events repeat so strictly

Little has there been some progress

On the change that's seen quite modest

Morning comes and same things happen

Noon comes after, same things happen

Night ends, all of what's before is

Now recycled to its poorest

Things repeat and all's expected

Like the lines are all connected

Night comes one more time to loosen

All that leads to mental ruin

This day starts with its reflection

Of the clock, it's twin complexion

Noon comes after, mirrors follow

Too much to see and to swallow

Night comes through but who could call it

This night had disturbed the prophet

Now, it's better than it's former

Back to time's desired order

Thankful that now time is moving

Freely with no guide it's using

It goes on it's own and greatly

No more mirrors, more to safety