When I die,
I die.
There will not be more
than the life that I have.

But I don't live my life
because the time
constantly passes
while I miss the moment.

What, suddenly, is the present
a moment ago, had been the
future
and sooner than later,
my whole life drowns in the
past.

"Where did you go? Where are you going?"
With hopelessness, I scream
towards that black hole of time.
"I am here, with you" responds the
moment.

Now I am under the water,
I do not know how long I have been here,
while the present is above,
Life does not wait for me.