When's Day

Strange isn't it? How time flies fast as though streaming? Or, do you prefer to repeat, "My how times flies?" How are you to tell time amidst all of the dreaming? Meeting of minutes... why, they pain hands of the wise. And why not? When you find yourself so amidst it, In each moment answer your own question as "Why?" What else is there to do with the weeks being writ? That's what the raven means when you hear his joked cry. Whatever you do, keep t'years that are you're due, "Wherefore art thou..?" you January Juliet? Seeing from the center of wherever, are you? It's not just a question of where in West's sunset, It's when does the sun also rise? No more "Never!" When thinking of your watch believe it never done, Doing as such when's the world becomes your lever, When you'll cry, "Let it fly! Let it run 'round the sun!" When every second sights the beaming way, Look about, answer the brilliant orb, "When's day."