The Infinite Sadness of Time Passing

Time was,

When she went by,

The sun leapt down

And danced a way before her,

And the excited moon

Peeped around the corner of the world,

And the city gaped, as poor bewildered I,

Shuttle-cocked between hope and despair,

Teetered – a lovelorn idiot…

 

Far cry from then…

 

She goes by daily now,

And the sun stays in the sky,

And the moon in the earths shadow,

And the city goes about it`s busy-ness,

And the unaltered beating of my heart

Signifies that somewhere…something`s…died