The clock stands like a tyrant, On the walls of my home, With his stiff rules,
Giving me shivers, With the stern undertones of a deadline.
My eyes wander beyond the frames, For the count of time.
Only to find them In the tales of yesterdays, And in the expectations of tomorrows
Somewhere down the line, They break down into moments,
Elongating into unending sagas,
Silencing the ticking soldier, Parading around the future.
I do not know where I belong, l forget the borders of my existence,
Only to feel my breath Diffuse into the air, To be found nowhere.
Glimpses of a strange vision haunt me,
No more of yesterdays and tomorrows, nothing remains but an eternal moment Freed from the bondage of Time, merging into the ocean of the universe