Could say its a date,
nothing more than numbers,
except the fact,
they exist commonly on calenders.
Like all things we dealt with,
the meaning only exist,
when we allocate to it,
a value that we make sense of.
So this day didn't stand out,
hours and minutes rushing past,
like they do year round,
no attempt to hasten or slower.
As much as I tried
to have it over and done with,
my mind gets clouded,
with ideas sprouting away.
At last out of my expectations,
the problem was solved
and went on towards an ending,
that couldn't have been better.
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