Days and minutes are passing by
Like clouds in heaven sky
It changing place, it changing time
Transforming into life.

What past, what future, how can we tell?
It moving like a wheel.
And where are we in this life-time?
To know this makes us fear.

In clockwise circle we're moving round
With ticking of the clock.
We're like a tiny sandy grain
Which once will be a rock.

To change and rule the time we try
With little much success
But only then we're understand
We're making a BIG mess.

(22/12/02)