How I Don't Know the March of Time?

I have to start my day
Irrespective of anything.
Albeit, it starts without me doing anything,
I still can't stop thinking that I have to start my day.

Sunrise, the wind, the trees, boisterous birds—
No human needs to start the day.
Oh, yes, we can spoil the day, our day, others' day.
Such is the power of destruction.

We wake or sleep, the day goes on,
But we can take away sleep from others, which we can never give.
Ra ra rarara, re re rerere...

How can I be different
Today, tomorrow, and day after?
How can I simply be me?
What's the recurring thought that,
Filled with limitless agnana, I crave for gnana?
The refrain goes on, "Gnana mosaga rada."
All this information I gather, not helpful to elevate me, make me a different being.
I struggle to become what I am not.

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