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Its true, every day is different
So is every moment;
Some days life fits in well
And some days doesn’t get along at all.
Some days stare at me 
Like I’m a time traveler,
a hitch hiker from another epoch,
Struggling to blend in,
With the unfamiliar era.  
Some days I’m lost 
Only the surroundings are familiar,
But the moments, 
I want to flee from.
Some days I’m left, 
To search my being
To tear off the confusion 
And to get in touch with me.
Some days are strangers,
Staring at me,
Some days aren’t mine.