This is my day. Out of three hundreds and Sixty five I got only one Even though they are all mine. I make them happen for you, Sense some wounds in toes And knees, even though I run With a vertigo in my head. I do not worry what is happening There and that is for you. I want my three hundred and sixty Five days because they are all mine. If you do not come to heal me, I have to cease for me and Nourish my primeval soul.