As if it’s all a very strange day!

Indeed a quick spell of constant delays,
To try the heart
Some gathered minutes of unending hours
Set to make a day

And a day is a grand display of delight and dismay,
To try the heart,
And the vision of thought,

As a time to shine.

And how it passes so fast,
Like dust in thick winds

Bringing me to great places,
And covering my eyes.