Aren't we all travelling through time, The time of our life is the length of a span, they say, Time rules, time that takes away youth is like the Devil himself, Yet why is time called the best healer?
Why, why is time so restless? Can't it just pause for a moment, And spare us a moment to look back, Look back in time!
It is when I see eminent personalities, Who are breathing a last few days on earth , I fear the Devil time, The capricious, ceaseless time...
A few scattered thoughts that came to my mind when I was listening to Yesterday by The Beatles. Why did Paul McCartney have to get old?