Hope?

New day and an old habit
Air sealed, water sealed in me
Sealed I am in the roll of eons
Yet, Unchained by the dawn
Only to be occupied. Again and again

Chill in the air and an old mood
Times bygone, places lost somewhere
Lost I am in the rolled out events
Yet, liberated by the recalls
Only to be occupied. Again and again

Rush on the roads and an old route
Bylanes waking up, smells maturing
Caught I am between past and future
Yet, moved by the breeze
Only to be occupied. Again and again