Like the thinnest grains of sand
That runs through the hands of a child in the park
Time punishes us
With your illusions and impasses

Time, always forward
And we, out of fear, fall behind
Time only goes onward
And either out of fear or contempt
We never forget the past
Disdain of life, for always believing
That our time is vast
As much as the winds of time show us
That life is nothing more than an instinct
Passing like a summer rain

Oh, the time
Always present
Even if we are always absent
Living in the past
Dreaming of the future
And ignoring our brief instant

Oh, time…