Another Day

Another day,
another hour,
and I am in the same position,
and the world accumalates its dust,
and the world accumalates its rust.

Another day,
another hour,
and I am in the same position.
I am sure I made a move;
a mighty effort!
Sure as a hammer's arc;
Sure as the mighty clang,
I did bang,
and my arm grew weary;
and my hope grew faint.
and here I am,
almost in the same position.

Another day,
another hour,
regret piled on regret,
no point to fret.
That terrible feeling of time being wasted.
I feel very close to death
and yet my body does not know it yet.