Life is nothing but time. Life wishes to be alive tomorrow.
If all of us had time, there wouldn’t be any sorrow.
We seek to wade into the stream,
But the stream is cold and rising. The hope is: death is a dream.
If we are a dream, death proves life unreal, at last.
But life is real—see? we have a past.
Life is a long waiting; life is not the eager snapshot.
Life is more than your point. Life is a lot.
Life is an hour, planning more hours to tell.
Tears of joy! Saved just in time! Isn’t time all we’ve got?
You emerged from the womb, didn’t you? Or were you trapped in a well?
Life is an hour, planning more hours to plan.
You emerged from the womb, didn’t you? Isn’t that what made you a man?