Oh time, time, beautiful time

How precious you can be!

Despite that,

I spent you like crazy

Always too flashy, too hasty.

You’re still mine ,

Or, so I think ,

With my little, narrow mind,

Nevermind.

I can still spend a little more,

A little longer. And that's ... oh ... a Miracle!

I’m getting weaker or stronger,

Or I’m not getting anything.

On or off.

Has this any importance?

Any or none at all?

Life or death, great or small,

Only for the ego

And that’s by chance

To have a slightly matter of

Importance.

Remains a fact, that life begins,

And death it puts an end,

Neverend-ing story.

Kiss.