I started out with many,

people said; I wish I would've believed.

A mouth spoke, it said:

"days go by, but yours are many".

Then lost all of them, but one;

when I got carried away:

That day I found a man out in the city,

he spoke to me in prose, I heard;

his skin was black like wrapped in night,

I saw, he showed me,

he skipped that part; said I forgot,

I couldn't prove;

then bargained for lies my days.

His mouth spoke, it said:

"days go by, but yours are still too many",

then asked if he could borrow

another one instead.

He said he'll pay me back in full,

just a few more days, then he will prove.

I let him have the day he'd borrow;

said I agreed, he went out,

he took the days I'll be waiting too.

The trap was set, I now think to myself

how could he fooled me?

I was a prey, a game he knew how to play,

so he played while I got played.

I wish I knew back then so I could ran;

But never moved whenever he pursued me.

The mouth spoke, it said:

"days went by, but yours were many,

how did the young

whose days were many manage

to loose them all in a day?

I said that I got carried away,

by the man who spoke in prose,

lied and stole them all;

people say I started out with many;

I found myself

a day away to have none at all.