What is the time?
It is that moment that slips away.
That slow flow,
Day after day.
That thing that none know.
It is determined by the sun.
It is what makes you forget.
It is a man who run.
It always brings a debt.
It is what you hate and what you desire.
It is not enough.
It cannot being acquired.
Slow.
Fast.
Slow.
It is obliterating.
It shows the deteriorating.
It is the ray of sunlight on the stone.
It is a grain of sand in an hourglass.
It is the ticking of a clock.
Tic.
Tac.
Tic.
Tac.
Birth.
Life.
Death.
Birth.
And again death.
It is a circle.
A snake who bites his tail.
Make it not no avail.
A continuum circle.
