A monotonous confession

Bismillah.

A day you took,
a day to fight a day to leave,
a day to loose yourself to choose,
and here you stand for your days to spend.

A day ago if you have the chance,
to where you get to stand,
all days I conserved to myself,
for deteriorated perception
they are here yet squandering.

Each passing days till they get tired,
To where we are standing,
and to the future is heading,
Will you light the same,
when the future is no more the past?
Will you be a greed,
to purchase two at one time?