Sunday. All over again (№ 276471)

What I believed and waited
The thickness of meaningless days.
Only I'm tired, but I did not
Neither richer nor wiser.
I changed the love to love,
I was looking for a good from the good.
Only see now
All in vain.
And when was the whole world yard,
Was full of secrets the attic.
Seven thousand days have passed since then,
I didn't realize.