So Much Of The Day Is Lost

So much of the day is lost into the name of no name, outside to nowhere tossed into a forgetfulness flame. Rain has come and gone down many ways been unlearned, yellow leaves turned to brown time's gone and bridges burned. This and that we didn't know given many thoughts out, risen into the future's flow Something different to talk about. yesterdays that went away morning broken words unspoken, anything you have to say flames of thought awoken. You and I so different too with our ways to carry on, love is always at least for two something now together drawn. Feeling good in passing through nothing here to take a stand, thoughts are simply me and you to go about and understand. So much of the day is lost so much really always is, So much of the day is lost Everything to that and this.