What is Time?

Between day before yesterday, yesterday

And today only difference has been the food I ate.

What I did, if you ask me, can’t remember of late.

Eat, sleep and write has been the only thing I am doing

Yet in a mechanical way, I live my life, that has been my undoing.

The virus has infected my mind, ennui I feel, one of its kind

This poem, a spontaneity to your question, hope you don't mind.