pace of a day

The days pass us by like a snail.
The numbers are as still and frozen as ice.
The mistake of waking up never goes away
The confusion of why here why now scares us
Like the way thought of death scares most people.
Like a cancer that spreds all over our body
We can’t get rid of it, we can’t forget about it
The day scares us until there is nothing left to scare
Every day goes by in a short order
From morning to night
The date passes us by like a snail
The numbers are still frozen as ice.
When will it end?

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